"I know it's bad," she said. "I can't. Please don't kiss me." Can I kiss your breasts?" I haven't had a shower." You took a shower when we got back fr...m the tournament." But then we went out again. That was hours ago!" She was talking to me directly now, from close range, and she had forgotten about the protective hand at her mouth.Her breath really was a little ripe, at that."You don't want me to kiss your breasts because you haven't had a shower?" I'm all sweaty." I don't care. I love sweaty. "Hi there friend!" Charles called out as he watched her stroll up the walk.Connie was wearing a dress. It was ivory in colour and it looked great on her. With it she had on a matching wide brim hat with a red bow, a red hand bag, and a pair of red pumps. The contrast between the two colours, made Charles remember what she was wearing underneath the outfit. His cock hardened once more."So what do you think?" Connie asked with a twinkle in her eye."As before," Charles said, putting down his. ” I throw the sandals back on the pile...you giggle as I keep digging.I find the pair and turn around to you. “Perfect, artsy, still really clean and white...understated but accenting...offset to your brunette hair...perfect. Sit down,” and I point to the old trunk right behind you at the foot of your bed.Somewhere inside me a voice says, “Ooh, a poseable doll!” But your smile is still there, as big as ever. You’re obviously having fun. I get on my knee in front of you and reach for your leg to. She let out a guttural moan that almost caused me to cream my pants. Then I let it slip from my mouth and said I had to finish the milking. Becky groaned but moved back out of the way, so I could finish.As I was putting things away I heard “There is nothing dripping out of me”. Becky was leaning back against the same bench as last year, her halter top untied, her mini skirt hiked up over her waist, no panties, and her legs slightly spread exposing her cute little pussy. I walked up close to her.