Papa?"She thought she heard his voice faintly calling her name, but she could not decide where to look. The fog deadened the sound, cloaking everythin... in strangeness."Christine?"A young man's voice sounded near her ear causing her to trip and fall. She screamed as a swirl of black enveloped her and she lifted her hands to ward off an attack. Instead, she found herself gently righted."Are you all right, child? I did not mean to startle you. I am sorry."The beautiful, yet familiar voice came. It, too was perfect in all its rounded, firmness. I actually dreamt, one night, of her being up the step-ladder and me lifting her skirt and biting her bottom. Naturally, when I woke, I was stiff as a poker. In the first summer, I had the opportunity to confirm my impression of her breasts when I met her and some friends in the swimming baths. She was in a bikini which amply showed off her bust and the cleavage between. She saw me looking and blushed, but really, why wear something that allows. .I can keep at least down to a grunt. Ben pulls out long enough to spin me around to face him, pressing me back against the racks again, wraps my legs around him, and enters me swiftly again. I use one of my arms to steady myself by hold onto a rack behind me, desperately glad that they were not clanging or rattling. I wrap the other arm around his neck. So far I'm impressed with my ability to not scream aloud like I want to, but Ben does something that makes that nearly impossible. He leans. Today we went to Ragging Waters, a local water park in San Dimas, CA. There are tons attractive people and a bunch of sexy peeps as well. I allow Alan to be comfortable and enjoy the sights, as long as he doesn't act out, by verbal expressing the views. When he does I act out to by what ever I feel like doing at the moment. Today was a Thursday, the 21st to be exact, and at Ragging Waters there were mainly high school and college students around and a few k** day camps. We went on a few water.