I was rock hard against her stomach. I hugged her tightly and nestled into her soft breasts. I knew from experience that I couldn't get away from her.... She gently rubbed my back.Effortlessly, she carried me up the beach towards the bath house."OK my little one, we need to clean the sand off you."I lost the ability to think. I didn't feel any shame. I just felt safe with Amanda. It was like she was everything in the world to me.She set me down under the outdoor shower and turned on the water. It. Plates full of fruit were strategically placed. The daybed and my drapes had been moved into the corner, huge pillows were scattered on the floor and each girl was posed to create a delicious tableau.Wait. Nine? My mind had jumped to the number before my brain had caught up. Kneeling behind the bed—apparently up on a chair to get the right height—Wendy, our waitress from Carmine’s was offering a bunch of grapes to Kate, who was stretched out luxuriously on the bed. On either side, Lissa and. They were at that stage of breast development where their growth was keeping the skin taut and the shape firm even lying down.She didn't know where the towel was, but Ken retrieved it and placed it over her breasts. He massaged her face and head, around her ears. Debi found this (and the surprising towel move) relaxed her. Kneeling above her head with his back to his wife, Ken massaged her neck and the top of her shoulders. He then moved to her side, removing the towel from her breasts and. "I opened my mouth and she tilted the spoon into it. I swallowed and grimaced."There, I knew you'd like it." Yech." Now where's the cod liver oil..." Yecch!" I growled, as disgustingly as I possibly could, stretching my mouth into a horrific grimace that went from ear to ear. I held the pose as if frozen into it."Oh, stop. It can't taste that bad. Here..." She carefully squeezed an eyedropper of amber oil into a spoon, and then squeezed the juice from half an orange into it. As she did this I.