Face it, Donna, the only real reason you could have for not taking your top off and getting the suntan you really want is because years ago, mommy tol... you that nice girls didn't show their boobies to boys."Donna got that look on her face. She lived for arguments based on logic. (Sometimes, we called her Spock, though usually not to her face.) She took a deep breath as she marshaled her thoughts and began to enumerate. That deep breath did marvelous things to her tanned cleavage. "First of all,. ."That was all the words from Teri for a while as she fastened her mouth to Cal's for a long-running kiss. At the same time, she had her hand between them and her bottom raised a little so she could stroke him, hopefully to hardness. When they had started talking, she had been limp with exhaustion. As had happened several times before, she amazed Cal with her recovery powers.Since that first session after Cal's recovery from the wound, the two had talked a lot about their love-making. Cal had. Water from the shower head cascaded down her body in rivulets, and her sighs of pleasure echoed off of the steam-slicked walls. Her gasp was sharp as she furiously stroked the swollen flesh, and she could almost hear his voice in her head. “ Did I give you permission to cum, Little Girl? ” She jerked her fingers away, and shook. She needed desperately to come, but she knew it would only add to his ire. Lathering herself up again, she ignored the way her body clenched and flexed as she scored. "Go ahead, do your worst. I'm sure I'll enjoy every minute of it."She stood up, her panties at eye level again. I could see a lot of dampness in the gusset, my nose confirming what I saw. I went to reach for them and got my hand slapped.She smiled and said, "Remember who's in charge here." Yes, Ma'am."She rolled her panties off, agonizingly slowly, a centimeter at a time. Milky white skin gave way to paprika colored hair, neatly trimmed in the shape of an arrowhead pointing toward her secret.