Again she looks me in the eye and asks me if I want drying so I nod my head. She gently dabs the towel everywhere but my cunt then she moves her face ...loser to my pussy to the point that I can feel her breath on my skin. She gently parts my lips with her cool hands and starts to gently lick my slit up and down. By now my cunt is again aching for all the right reasons and she probes her tongue deeper and deeper into my now parted lips and starts to lap up my juices. She then takes my engorged. ” Her voice trailed off.“I’m sorry to hear it,” I said. “But he’s no longer in the picture. It must be a relief.”She gave me a weak smile. “I’m not finished. He started sexually abusing Jasmin when she turned seven. I caught him, grabbed Jasmin and called the police.”I was feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the direction of her story. “So, he’s in jail?”“He’s dead. He was killed in prison nine months after being incarcerated.”Silence fell as we ate. I couldn’t imagine abusing a child. What. I am here to talk about the bartender. Her name is Isabel. She was the quiet type. Doesn’t say much. Keeps to herself. She probably stands around five seven. The perfect body. Skin the color of porcelain. Long flowing red hair down past her shoulders. Eyes like green emeralds. Lips the color of rubies. From what I can tell breast like teardrops. She always wore the tightest clothes. As if they were a second skin. Tonight she was wearing a lovely red tank top showing ample amount of cleavage. I. " See you then, Ted."I quickly run up to my room and change into my blue bikini. The top has a piece of material covering the middle of each breast, leaving the rest visible. The bottom has a very small patch covering the front. The bottom is a very small thong with the string fitting snugly between my firm arse cheeks.I am sitting at the table as Ted enters the backyard through the gate. Climbing the steps up to the deck, he is wearing his swim trunks and a white t-shirt. When he sees me, his.