Yet nothing happened. She continued to read the newspaper as I bounced against her rear, as if nothing was happening. She had to have noticed. Maybe s...he hadn't, was all I could think. Maybe she would think it was just an elbow or something and I'd get away with it. I felt a little relief, but decided not to push it. I had to end this before it got out of hand.I shifted myself around a little to turn my crotch away from her ass as much as I could. Then I felt a shock as a hand touched my hip. It. Mr. Childs was a deacon of the local Methodist chapel, and a strictly abstemious one at that. He was a sharp featured, slightly built, man who possessed a quick wit and a cutting tongue, but exuded an air of pleasantness largely absent from other members of his congregation. I recalled Casper Shufflebottom’s former fiancée and her family, the Spurgeons, were member of the same chapel, and smiled to myself at the shock and horror they would express if they knew Casper now managed one of XTC’s. Ms. Yuko’s breasts were upturned and her nipples were straining against the tight suit. Even though they were smaller, they looked perfect on her petite body. They too also bounced and jiggled to Brad’s delight. Brad needed to get out of here soon before these two young teens made him do something he regretted. The beach ball suddenly flew out of the pool and bounced on to Brad and wet some of his papers. Brad reacted quickly and grabbed the ball while he dropped his papers. Megan quickly. “I’ve been dying to taste this bottle of French”, he said as he poured the wine into two crystal clear glasses.“Bharat Bhatra at your service.” He said holding the glass to her.“Why? Thank you.” She took it as he held it to her, for a split second their fingers touched and something sparked in Savita’s body.‘Cheers,’ He proclaimed. The short clanking of glasses filled the room.They sipped silently. Savita looked around as she took her sip. The wine was rather bland and woody but she liked it.