“But they do want to be touched, as you said,” I added after a pause. God, if this was to happen, I’m going to have to unzip my pants. And her b...reasts desired to be sucked I wanted to say, but didn’t. Not yet.Cee took a sip of wine, her eyes now on Shy without shame. “What happens if someone sees us?”I had thought of that, but our chalet was remote and secluded. It was what I was paying for. I told Cee that. “It is after midnight, anyway. Deserted,” I added. “I’ll dim the patio lights, if you. ” We got it together and brought it in. She looked at me and said, “What is your regular sleeping apparel?”“I wear boxers and a tee shirt. What about you?”“The same though different sizes.” She grinned.I grinned back. “Okay, I’ll change here and you can have the bathroom.”“Thanks, Randy.”She left the room returning a few moments later. I had stripped down and pulled a pair of boxers and a tee shirt out. I had the boxers on and was pulling the tee shirt on when she came in from the bathroom. She. High enough that my hand can slip between, enjoying the sensual touch of delicate damp lace. You buck your hips against me, your body urging me on."Hurry," you huskily plead. I turn you to face the washbasin, your own gaze falling upon your reflection in the mirror that sits above. I tug and pull the hem of your skirt higher, exposing more of your lace panties, giving your ripe little bottom a playful spank that echoes, along with your sharp gasp and hiss, through the restroom. My finger hooks. The trick with your dad?"Tami smiled, then tried to glare and broke into giggles. "No. That was mean, and I'm never forgiving you, but that's not it." Never's a long time," I pointed out and kissed her neck.Tami giggled again. "It's just..."I kissed her ear and nibbled on her earlobe as I waited."I mean, everything's going wrong."I froze, Tami's earlobe still between my lips. 'Cinnamon and Hailey, ' I thought."No, that's not what I mean. Not everything. But I had this big finish planned..."I.