Amy walked around waist deep in the water, being careful how she moved. Any wave or sudden move could easily tear the skimpy top or bottom from her bo...y. The truth was that the suit wasn't meant to be worn in water. It was for those exhibitionists that frequented the public beaches.Over the next hour, Amy watched John and Thomas frolic in the pool. They had competitions as to who could make the most baskets in the nurf ball game, who had the best dive and so on. Amy thought they acted more like. One day, I decided it was time to make my move. I had to pretend I wasthe helpless damsel in distress who needed rescuing. I called him up."Oh, Angelo," I said breathlessly, "I know we're not getting our regularmonthly paper order for another ten days, but all our stores are comingup short on product and I need your help."I listened to a long pause before he spoke. "Cynthia, you know UnitedPaper Products values your business. What can I do to smooth things out?"I sighed. "Oh, honey. I'm. I think he has a point.”Mary said, “Yes he does, after all, they did foot the bill for it!”I said, “It’s scary just how thoroughly we know what each other’s thinking. I mean that figuratively of course, it’s actually pretty neat.”Jamie groused, “I guess I’m just a little bummed, that I couldn’t feel it too. I only picked up on it just before Greg said something.”“Don’t worry about that sweetie, all in due time. You and I are like on opposite ends of our common connections. You seem to connect. "That's enough for now, baby," Jane chided her disappointed child."Sit up. Move out of Mummy's way." She tucked her breasts back insideher nightie and when Daphne moved aside, Jane slid out of the crib.She turned around and held out her hands to help her little girl climbdown, then led her waddling charge to the change table where sheremoved Daphne's drenched night nappy. As usual, Jane had to pause andrapidly re-cover Daphne's caged clittie when it started sprayingurine, the moment as it was.