I looked up at her. She was smiling devilishly, and she blinked slowly at me. It was not hard to guess what she wanted. And I don’t know what came o...ver me, but when she moved in to kiss me, I let her. I had never kissed a girl before. I had never so much as wanted to kiss a girl before. I had never even entertained the notion. It wasn’t that I thought it was wrong or sinful or anything, it just wasn’t something I was interested in doing. But now that I was actually kissing Bree, it felt good.. It was closing time, and all of the regulars had left the water. There were a few stragglers, but they were all in the baby pool climbing out, not really bothering me. I spotted her again, and I swam. I put all of myself into that swim, and I did catch up with her. So I grabbed her legs and just wouldn't let go.I could feel myself going under, but there was nothing I could do about it. If I let go, I would never make it up to the surface from the twelve feet (four meters) of water. I felt. I turned it on high and began to rub it against her nipples, watching hotly as they slowly grew hard, forming little erasers. and then i trailed down to her crotch but would avoid her pussy, teasing each of her inner thighs with the buzzer. I just love watching her reactions, so helpless. And then I would begin to trace around the outside. She was staring to drip like the little slut she is, and I hadn't even touched her sex yet. I could feel her hips humping up at me, trying to make me touch. “When was your first date?” Connie asked.“I was in my second year in the navy when I met the girl that would become my wife. Our romance started like a bolt of lightning, she made no apologies for being highly sexual.” I admitted thinking back to us having sex on the hood of my car on the first date. She hopped up on the fender of my 72 Mustang, spread her legs and pulled me between them. She wasn’t wearing panties and she had no hesitation in exposing my cock that sprang to life the moment she.