Then I let my high heel dangle from my toes and looked up at the ceiling like I was deep in thought. Bringing my index finger to my lower lip I said, ..."What can I do that you might find sexy?"Still looking at the ceiling, I uncrossed my legs and spread them just enough so that he could see that I wasn't wearing panties under the skirt, just black stockings. I began slowly unbuttoning my blouse; all the way to my waist. But I didn't spread it; I just wanted him to see that I wasn't wearing a bra. ” I turn to look at you and remark, “Do ya?” I don’t give you an option to answer or respond. You start to cover yourself and try to get up while looking back and forth between him and me quickly. I can see by the look you have that if you could make it past the bedroom door, you would. You should know better than to be so rude to our host so I push you down before you can gain enough momentum to stand. I can hear Jake behind me when he drops his fly and I move around the stairs at the. A second piece of information is that little girls imitate their mommys. and Nancy was no exception…. so if Kathy was not kissing me, caressing me, straddling me, Nancy was. Nancy was blonde, dirty blonde, unlike her moms black hair. but her body was the spitting image, only shorter. Really really skinny, long torso, thing, long legs, and no chest..she was a child after all, adn remember her mom was a cup. she was also in love with me,..her eyes gleamed, and blushing, and touching – she was. She held her head back while the water splashed over her face; the swell of her breasts exposed.Her hair streamed down her back and floated in the water.She looked enchanting. “Venus, rose from the lake,” I said...She gave a demure glance and took her beer. “That’s gallant of you to say kind sir.”I swam to the still water and sat on a boulder. I felt the sun warm on my cock.Shelia in turn, swam over and looked up at me. Then as she swung up beside me her breasts danced.We relaxed and talked.