It had taken me months to get right, and a few times Ithought I was up against an impossible to solve design, but it wasfinally finished. Unlike most ...of my projects, I had been nearlyconstantly hard and wet during the entire process. I wasn't sure whatthat said about me. The 3d model of the most perfect pussy ever that mydesign was intended to fit in the background probably had something to dowith it though. But at last, the design was finished. This was it, theultimate realization of Claire's. Once again at around nine, which later I remembered was when my on dutytime finished. Heather told me, "Other than serving me coffee at 8.30 ona Sunday rather than 7.30, the rest of the day tomorrow is your own.I'll find you a bikini or a swimming costume and I think we'll spend theday by the pool." She smiled over her glass of wine. "You're very paleso you need to spend some more time in the sun and I think you'd lookbetter with a tan on your skin. We can take our books, have a couple. I suspected more than that may have happened but figured I’d get the details later. We talked awkwardly for a while and came to the agreement that today never happened. Tara’s boyfriend never needed to know. Jamie never needed to know. As long as you keep our secret, we’ll keep yours. Then we all went back to swimming and playing and having fun as if nothing had ever happened. The only difference being there was a lot more touching going on. I caught Tara eyeballing my pants a couple times, and. Lipsticked lips, full, juicy, slightlyparted met, brushing softly, deliciously, wetly, in a delicately gentle,yet infinitely passionate, lesbian kiss. At the same moment the child'sfingers slid over the tender breast of the woman, passing, light as abutterfly, over the hard, incredibly tender, utterly sensitive, nipple..Not a word had passed, the only sounds in the room were the soft, sensual,whispering pants of the two lovers, and the delicate, shirring whispers oftheir silk and satin sheathed.