Then I reached out and found her wet pussy. She was leaking like I did after her husband had fucked me. I felt Rachael’s hand on my pussy too. Soon ... was crawling up her body until my tongue was probing her clit and hers was probing my pussy. Her mouth had been sweet but her pussy was slightly bitter. I ate her pussy with just as much enthusiasm as I had her mouth. I had wanted it natural and that was what I had gotten. It had been several years since I had tasted any pussy other than my own. I. ”There was a shimmer and that red violet haired wench hailed a passing dinghy.Hair magnet!And those gravity defying tits. I wish mine ... Oh ... wait! They already are!I have mom’s treasure chest.When the sun began to settle behind the hills I lost interest in the foibles of teens and their mating dance. I got a comforter from the salon and curled up.I have my favorite book ... well ... construction plans ... Farr 3.7. I have my ruler and conversion tables ... Farr drew in feet and inches. New. We hung up and I walked back to where Red, Stephie, and their parents were standing. The doctor had just let Emily’s parents in to see her.“He said she has a nasty concussion,” Stephie said, “but she finally came-to about ten minutes ago. She’s going to have a hell of a headache.”“I bet. Can we see her?” I asked.“They said just her parents. They’re going to keep her for a couple of days.”“Screw that,” I said. “I’m going to see her right now!”I walked the direction her parents had gone and made. My father was out of town or I wouldn't have dared do this - I laid out by the pool in a really skimpy bikini. And then, after my neighbor's wife went to work - not much sun left anyway - I went to my room and pretended to read some magazines, only I didn't change out of the bikini, least not till dinner time." My interest was growing, at least if the tent in my pants was any indication. "The bikini. Anything I've seen?" I questioned, excitedly. "Yeah, that string thing I wore down at the lake.