She pushs my knees together, straddles my lap. She takes my hands and places them on her hips as she runs her fingers through my hair. Kissing my chin... softly and then my cheek, gently brushing against my skin with her lips, laying the gentlest kisses on my eyelids and moving down to trace my lips with her tongue. She can taste her wetness on my lips as I kiss her back. Her hands wonder over my bare chest feeling my muscles tense underneath her. She leans towards me to kiss my neck and lick her. When we finally fell asleep my pussy ached for more, and my heart ached for that night to never end. I was so in love with a man who loved me just as much. Nothing could be sweeter. I did not want to disturb Randy while he slept, but I was bored. Really bored. It had been an hour since I’d woken up and I hate being up before other people. I didn't know what to do with myself. Randy was laying on his back and although he had covers on I could see the outline of his cock. That got me thinking…I. Granted, wrestling with two beautiful women in the water had me more than a little excited, but I'm not exactly John Holmes so it still took a little groping to find it. But she always found it. Then she'd giggle and swim away.Emily had traded in her green one-piece suit for a tankini — a two-piece suit with a modest bra and full, though tight, boy-like shorts as the bottom. Many of the teenaged girls in the complex wore them, though none as well as Emily, I should admit. The girls always. I was working on a story, a confessional of my sexual desires, and she was helping me. Why was she helping? Let’s just say that while I write well, my grammar is atrocious. She helped me with some issues I had, gave me some pointers, and was quite nice and helpful. I thanked her for her help to show my gratitude. My story was accepted and I went on with my day. Then came her unexpected message.She wrote, “I have a naughty confession to make. I just got off to your picture.”I’m used to men.
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