This!" He launched himself across the small distance separating them. Grabbing her on both her sides, he tickled.She fell backwards trying to escape. ...he was trapped by the arm of the couch. She pulled at his hands and kicked with her legs. She was giggling and thrashing half across his lap. "Stop! Pleaseee stop! I got to go peeee!"Her hair had gone wild. Somewhere under all her hair, she was panting hard. She swept her tiny little hand over her face so she could see. Her eyes were shining from. Maybe he didn’t notice. He stood and walked the last few feet to her and when it broke the surface she spotted the bulge in his shorts. “Do you like me, Jack?” Her words were soft, low, almost a whine. “Jeez, Mrs.— Sorry, Holly! What can I say? Right now I can’t think straight. I’m not sure what we’re doing. . . ” “I know what I’d like to he doing, what do you want to do?” “Seriously?” “I’m dead serious, Jack. Anything you want.” She said it flatly, again surprised at her boldness. She thought. I rub some on my arms, legs, and belly. I really wish Peter would hurry and come over so he can put tanning lotion onto my back .I lay back to catch some sun. Then I hear the ice cream truck. Its the first one of the season. I hear children running from inside their houses to catch the truck. It must have stopped in front of my house because the sound is extremely loud. I hear the kids screaming what they each want. "Rocket Pop!" "Vanilla Cone!" "Cookies and Cream!" I can't help but smile. The. Sara stood up, turned back and forth, giving me different angles to view her new figure, when Tracy also stood up behind her, pulled the tie in back and pulled off Sara's top. Well, oh, my, they were perfect. Simply perfect. The envy of even a Playboy centerfold. And, they looked real. I've seem plenty of porn, all those blown-up boobs looking like over-filled balloons. No, Sara's were perfect. "They're stunning, really perfect. Not overdone like you see sometimes. Very nice." Sara stepped over.