I just stared at them for about a few seconds and she in a soft appealing voice told “Akash. Please stop staring at them”. I apologized. But in my... mind wild thoughts were running and I just wanted to suck them. Fondle them. Press them. Whatever, after some time the remaining two returned and we four had a hell lot of a fun. When we were in the water the force of the waves were pretty much and it was making it difficult for us to stand in a stable way. Amrita was clutching on to me and. However, one look at Kristy's eyes made her bury any thoughts ofrunning. Despite her smile there was something cold and foreign in theway that Kristy looked now.With resignation Gwen allowed herself to be lead upstairs.2 Hours later:Kristy smiled smugly as she made sure to take plenty of video of Gwen'sballerina practice. Gwen looked adorable in her little pink tutu andleggings. "You're doing great Gwenny," Kristy said mockingly as Gwenstruggled with the steps.Gwen felt ridiculous as she. "But don't go more than three or four inches farther down from my -- from my waistline."She loosened the Bermudas in the front and I allowed her to define the "three or four inches" by how far down she allowed the Bermudas to go.It wasn't all that far, but a delicious curve of her lower left hip appeared. This was Tessian Territory I'd never before seen. Maybe, I thought, in the absence of future back spasms, I'd never see it again, either.I guess it was nothing I might not have seen, say, at. I noticed her bra strap was showing and it was red, matching her dress. Could she be wearing a matching set? I looked her square in the eye. “Red,” I said confidently. “No,” she replied. “Second guess.” I looked at her shapely smooth legs, hoping to catch glimpse of those mystery panties but she kept her legs firmly closed. While the dress was not see though, I thought that she was too classy to wear something that might show through, so that eliminated blacks, blues and purples. “Pink,” I.