I couldn’t resist and touched it. She moved her legs a little, but didn’t wake up. I ran my finger up and down her slit. I wanted so bad to spread...her legs and put my dick inside, but I didn’t know when Kim would be home. I returned to my side of the house and took a cold shower. I waited around and watched television for the next two hours, before I heard keys jingle. It took me a minute before I realized what was happening. I opened the front door to find Kim trying to unlock it. “What are. Beth smiled back. "I've heard others talk about it." "They really don't use a turkey baster," stated Jirra. "I've heard that it's true," continued Beth. Jirra tried to imagine what it would be like and just shook her head indisbelief."Just don't use the same one for Thanksgiving," added Beth, who began togiggle. Jirra also began to laugh. "I can just picture our kid asking me aquestion. Mom, is it true that my Dad is a chef?" She began to laughharder. "No, he's not a chef...he...he just works. We fed over five hundred people the first Friday.On Saturday morning the whole Aquatic staff reported to the pool to clean it and to prepare for our afternoon activities with the Cub Scouts. The rest of the staff checked the Boy Scout troops out while we worked.The Cub Scouts arrived following lunch. Will, John, Tanner and I worked all afternoon taking cubs out for rowboat rides. We repeated the barbeque dinner for the cubs and their parents. The evening finished off with a campfire. The cubs. The café was very warm but as I looked at her I could see her nipples forcing her bikini top outwards. Young Ron was impatient to get going, like all little ones, no patience. As Jo-Anne stood she said if I give you my number maybe we can arrange a meeting.“I would really like that.”and she scribbled it down on a serviette, “I’m in most mornings after half nine ring me!”We smiled at each other and I deposited her number in my little receptacle by the side of the pool and dove in to the pool..