My hands move over my curves as my conscious self leaves and I feel my hands being replaced with yours. Hands caress my soft, warm skin, coming up to ...cover my breasts. With a gentle touch, fingers lightly brush against the tender tips and I moan against the emptiness around me. I arch my breasts upward searching for the gentle touch of your hand. My body has become impassioned with this unquenchable desire, hands, my hands, your hands, I am not sure, cup my breasts and bring them to my lips.. That sent Steph and I into performance mode, making sure they got some nice views of all parts of our bodies. Then the photographer sent us into the frigid water to splash each other, and we discovered that when wet, the sheer fabric became almost completely transparent. Whenever Steph's legs were spread apart, I could clearly see her shaven pussy lips, and I knew she could see mine. As could the onlookers, and anyone who viewed our pictures in this catalog. I imagined some of those young. She said, "Mr. Smith, Wendy can't talk today. She did get her work done though."He looked at Jill and said, "And why can't she talk today?"Jill had to tell him, so she said, "Because she has her mouth full of cum and can't swallow until she sees her Mistress."He laughed, knowing I had a mouth full of cum and that is why he hassled me. I don't think he really likes me except for sex. Then he said, "Well I was going to ask her for a blow job, but I can see she can't do that. So Jill come up here. Putting her left hand on my knee, she resumed the wonderful ministrations of her mouth and her other hand. I reached underneath and cupped her breast. I held it in my palm as I used my thumb to caress the upper slope. Then I slipped my hand down her stomach and up onto her back. I loved the feel of her velvety soft skin. I felt it become warmer even as my fingers skimmed over it. Jean was not idle while I enjoyed her smoothness. She performed a variety of teasing activities with her tongue.