Sara shades her eyes and squints for a better look and no, they're not retying swimsuits. Each has got a hand inside the other's bikini bottom! Then...it occurs to Sara that the secrets weren't really secrets after all, they were kisses. Bobbi's top was never maladjusted, that was breast play. The tummy tickling and the leg rubbing weren't what Sara had initially thought, either."Wow, that's pretty brave, and pretty hot!" Sara thinks to herself. "I wish I was that brave."Bobbi and Pam are. My father moved his free hand down and pulled away my skirt. Then he cupped my cunt and rubbed it with his palm. Heat emanated from my pleasure mall, scorching his palm and, at the same time, soothing with its juices. With half closed eyes I was pushing up my cunt against his rubbing palm. He tried to poke in a finger, but could not. He trailed down. His mouth replaced his hand at my cunt. Oh, God! I opened wide my thighs and raised my hips. His soft tongue was ploughing through the seams of my. I suppose I will have to wait until next time to speak of those things. Before I end this, I do wish to say a little about my private times in Layland. I said I have three young personal assistants so far. I think you might know what their one primary duty is. Yes-- I chose them not just because they are pretty and have pretty little mouths but mostly because they are cocksuckers. I really don't care for any other kind of sex. When I want to fuck, I want a mouth; a warm and wet mouth; a. .. ni qu?d?a, ni siquiera qu? a?o). Suspir? y me quit? el pijama. Volv? a mirar micuerpo desnudo. Me fij? de nuevo en mis diminutas tetas. ?Joder! ?Nisiquiera estaban proporcionadas!. Eran una peque?a protuberancia con unagran ar?ola ligeramente abultada y un peque?o bot?n en la punta. Adem?s,mi piel era blanca por lo que no entend?a ese color tan marr?n.Definitivamente, lo hab?an hecho bastante mal. Lo ?nico bueno que le ve?aes que si ten?a que hacerme pasar por hombre esos pechos no ser?an.