Show me.”She hesitated, then shook her head. He scowled with displeasure.“There is no purpose in modesty.”“I’m not...” she croaked through... vocal chords slowly relearning the craft of speech. “It’s...” She realized she didn’t want to tell him.“We might not have much time. Stop being foolish and I will see to your injuries.” His words and the promise of his touch sent a frisson of excitement through her, amplified as he reached down to lift her from the water as easily as a troll might lift a. I then climbed back on the bed and knelt over Kim as I gently ran my hands up her legs, over her very wet pussy, to her tits. I then leaned down and again kissed her neck, letting my cock poke her thighs and gently touch her pussy. Again I kissed up her cheek and this time kissed her lips gently a few times before slowly kissing my way back down her body. I kissed down her tummy and around her pussy. Her pussy was perfect! As I teased her, her hips were gyrating wanting me to go directly to her. They were talking about some NBA game and I lost interest, as basketball to me, is boring. I was going about my business just barely paying attention to them when he walked in. The blonde kid that walked by me on my way here. I stared at him, not taking my eye off him. I was watching him go to his locker, then I realized we were in the boys locker room. I was going to get to see him in his boxers. My heart raced with anticipation as I watched him take his shirt off. His wifebeater was tight on. Mother was headed for the airport in the limo with our driver Carter to pick up Carla who was flying in from San Francisco. They would pick up the other three and head for a spa in Santa Monica where they would spend the day picking out clothes, and being pampered and made ready for the evening. I knew they would arrive at our place all soft and perfumed and full of expensive champagne. My mother usually returned from these outings so horny that she would attack me before and after dinner. I.