Her short skirt. Her high heels. And she was naked."Now you," she said.What the hell, I thought. I got myself into this. Might as well go through with...it. I stripped."Last one in the ocean is a rotten egg," she said, and she opened the sliding window and dashed out of the room.She was waist deep in the surf, jumping up and down and squealing in excitement when I caught up with her."This is so neat!" she said. "I feel so free!" And she threw her arms around me, pressing her naked breasts against. Her loose skirt skidded down her thighs and Lynn trapped it, pushing the extra material between her legs. She turned to look at me and I quickly looked back at the road.“Do you mind?” she asked, nodding at her bare feet on my dash.“It’s cool,” I answered.Lynn turned back to the scenery and a few seconds later I did too. I had forgotten how nice Lynn’s legs were. Whenever I thought of her, I always remembered her breasts, those gorgeous things I had seen so fleetingly years ago. Sometimes, I had. Trina is Marsha's daughter by her first marriage, a withdrawn (almost goth) girl, with negative vibes about everything. If Trina's father wasn't dead, then she'd probably be with him (and getting abused). That's how shaky the mother/daughter relationship was. The couple split up when Trina was five, then her dad got killed in a bar fight, three years later.Today, Trina is seventeen and could pass for twenty-five, that's how much she has abused her own face.But Trina became a problem: She. As soon as nighty came out I saw the sex goddess figure. She was in black bra and dark flowered panty. She was fully hot now . I took her to my bed room and made her lay there and jumped on her started kissing her from head and moved to her eyes , cheeks , ears, lips cleavage and breast, then I put my hand behind her and removed hooks of her bra and saw her boobs in front of me they were milky white and had small nipples. I gently pressed it and heared a good moan from her and started sucking.