What she couldn’t see was that although she had the comforting warmth of my body through the material of my shirt, now damp with her tears, I wasn�...�t wearing anything else. My by now very erect cock was only millimeters from her face. With her breathing now back to normal, I turned my hips ever so slightly, my trimmed pubes crinkly against her cheek. She pretty much stopped breathing. Although I was still supporting the back of her neck, her head now took on a sort of questing posture, like she. Normally Iwould have wiped them on my pants, but these weren't my pants. Theyweren't pants. I wondered if Debbie was washing this stuff or what. "So do you know who Lisa got to sit the Davidson kids last night?"Kim asked Jill. "Me," I answered. "You?" they both asked at the same time. "Ask Debbie tomorrow or something, she took me and picked me up." "Wow," said Kim. "I could've killed the hyper one when I sat forthem once. How did you stand 'em?" I shrugged. "They. I had to block out outside distractions. I had to block out analyzing her movements. I had to rely on instinct.“What are you doing?” She asked.“Stretching. If we’re gonna do this, I don’t wanna pull a muscle.” I said as I finished up my full rotation of stretching.I took a battle stance. One familiar to me. One I had seen a million times as an adult. Goku’s battle stance. Bow stance, side facing, face towards her, fist on my hip, and my hand up.“Let’s do this.” I said.She rushed at me, throwing. I sat there with a towel in my lap till my hard-on dissipated. Mom and Marge came back with the coolers. Damn, all I could think about the rest of the day was String Bikini lady and how I'd love to be alone with her.The following day we were back on the beach again. It was just my sisters and me. I looked around but String Bikini lady wasn't there. Oh well, there were still some pretty nice sights and I got a lot of looks too. Too bad I was with my sisters. Who knows, I might have gotten.