I was going to have to figure out this playing around stuff. How come it was OK for her to reach inside my pants and play with me but not for me to lo...k at her titties?One thing I noticed was that it had taken longer today to make me shoot than it had with Nancy Jo's hand on top of my pants yesterday. And having Becky Sue's hands actually holding it was a lot better than when my pants were in the way. Shooting off is great, but feeling her playing with it was good, too. Watching her do it. Still, the bottom was, in general, quite comfortable to walk or sit on.And indeed we had a beach at our disposal, which was better than the old pool could say. On a whim, I crawled out and rolled around in the cool mud, letting it coat my skin. It felt good, despite missing the warmth of the water.“Okay, maybe don’t do that when they’re here,” Lara suggested, eyeing me.I sat up, enjoying the sensation. “Isn’t mud supposed to be healthy? They do this up at Mom’s resort, I think.”“Um, I doubt. .I BEGIN RUBBING ON MY BOOBS PULLING THEM OUT OF MY BRA TOP...STICKING MY FINGERS IN MY MOUTH SO I CAN RUB THEM ON MY NIPPLES...I BEGIN SQUEEZING AND RUBBING THEM MAKING THEM STAND AT ATTENTION....IM MOANING AND GRINDING MY HIPS...I LAY THE SEAT DOWN SO YOU CAN A FULL VIEW....YOU TRYING TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD...BUT I KNOW BABY IT IS HARD....I SLIDE MY HAND DOWN MY STOMACH TO ME ALREADY WET PUSSY...I PUT MY FEET UP ON THE DASH WITH MY LEGS SPREADED...I KNOW YOU WANT TO LOOK..SO I TURN. She had somehow managed to wipe her face of any indication of fear, but as I stared deep into her sky blue eyes, I could see it. My free hand slid up under her sweater, and I could feel the satin-perfect skin of her belly rise and fall rapidly as her heart beat like a drum of war. My hand continued to rise, reaching her silk covered breasts. I maneuvered my hand until I was able to unhook the restraining article of clothing, and drag it out from beneath her sweater.I held the sweet smelling.