’ He drove her home, after the dinner. It wasn’t spectacularly late but they were both tired. ‘Would you come in for a late drink?’ she asked....‘Yes,’ he said, ‘Do you by any chance have sherry? It’s nice for late at night.’ ‘Oops!‘ she said, ‘My bar isn’t stocked very well.’ ‘Shall I get some?’ he asked, ‘There was a place on the way here.’ ‘Well, . . .’ she said, not sure what to suggest. ‘I won’t be very long,’ he said, and went to get the wine, coming back within the half hour. They sat and. Then she'd giggle and swim away.Emily had traded in her green one-piece suit for a tankini — a two-piece suit with a modest bra and full, though tight, boy-like shorts as the bottom. Many of the teenaged girls in the complex wore them, though none as well as Emily, I should admit. The girls always rolled the top of the shorts down to their butt cracks for maximum exposure, I guess. While we were in the pool, Emily started to roll hers down, but didn't stop at her butt crack. She kept going and. Licking the wood like a pole dancer. I could hear her mother gasp in the background. My dick was hard as a rock as she pulled off her shift. Her body was lithe and skinny. She had a cute pair of perky B-cup tits and a flat belly. When she tugged down her bloomers we could see her thick patch of dark pubic hair. And a cute spankable ass. Instead of ending there she insisted we continue. “I want to try what they did.” She calmly explains. She was good with grinding on the shaft. My close. I hoped my juices and other liquids didn't seep down into the rice because I really loved the lovely rice pudding she made quite often. It didn't hurt very much and I remembered holding the red balloon in my hand and watched it floating in the air above me like some marker of my lost virginity. It was larger than ordinary balloons and seemed to be made of some material that was a bit sturdier than the regular thin latex. I suspected it was produced commercially for use in decorations requiring.