You know when such things happen, our body shivers with excitement and especially I feel very week in my body. This is why I was not able to sleep pro...erly and it was a broken one. Near about 3 o’ clock I woke up and to my greatest surprise I realized that she wasn’t sleeping either. I asked her in a low voice that why she wasn’t sleeping. She in reply fired me a question asking me whether why I wasn’t sleeping. I kept quite and patted her a little more. Now she took a brave and bold step. She. Last weekend we were swimming and I couldn't stop looking at them under the cover of her bikini. She noticed and didn't seem to mind. At one point she swam right up to me and asked me if I wanted to see them. I got really embarrassed and reminded her that her mother was right inside the house. She looked back at the large window into the kitchen, turned her back to it, got low in the water and flashed me her pert, cute little boobies right there. The golden light of the sun made the droplets of. The bottoms let my blonde pussy hairs show too.”“I remember the first time I wore it for you. I could see your cock get hard even in your boxer trunks.”“I recall, seeing you in that bikini, you looked so incredibly sexy. You were and still are the identical image of your mother. I liked it when you’d just get out of the pool, your skin dripping wet, your blonde hair slicked back, those full tits of yours. I’d have to have a towel over my lap to hide my constant hard on.”“You shouldn’t have done. The Creator’s favorite. Among all of the Angels, he was the most powerful. He was something to behold, that one. When he allowed himself to be seen, he appeared to be a man. Over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and athletic, with long black hair and pale blue eyes. His skin was light bronze. He wore a crimson tunic with a sash of gold circling his waist. He was beautiful to behold. A beautiful being, even among the physically perfect Angels of Heaven. He was something else. Lucifer had always.