Fuck! Resist! Somehow, I manage the will power required to move my finger away from my clit and I allow the effects of my near orgasm to move throug... my body. My two fingers now soaked in my juices, the body butter that still coats them has been rendered redundant. I keep my hand still and tilt my hips up slightly. Oh, yes… I feel my fingers move deeper inside me, delving deeper and deeper as I continue thrusting up against my hand. I bite down on my bottom lip, my breathing become shallow. So many times they have been like this on the ground by their little cottage by the lake. Stefan still recalls the first time they succumbed to the cajoling imps upon their shoulders as they stood at the water's edge that early summer's night. Witnessing Sarah strip off her clothes and stand there as the moonlight licked glistening white lines through her hair, along her breasts, around the curve of her waist and over her smooth bottom was a heady elixir for Stefan to absorb. She had never. She'd answered as best she could without telling them quite everything.There were things she couldn't tell them: that she and the other kids her age found plenty of time to go off experiment. The parents at the resort knew this was happening, and knew that teenagers were going to do it no matter how they were lectured. They'd done the only other thing they could: by the time a girl turned 14 she was on birth control.The prudes of the fabric world were right about one thing: knowing that nobody. We should grab one of the cases and put it in the Jet Ski’s storage compartment, then get a few extra to carry on the way.”We grabbed the water and pulled on our life jackets, then tied the gas can to the back of the Jet Ski. “It should stay put as long as we don’t hit any really rough bumps. Are you ready sis,” Faith asked as she untied the skis.“As ready as I am ever going to get,” I responded as I pushed my ski back into the water. “Just remember to keep it slow until we get out of the.