Something in my head told me I should move, take the opportunity of him being in the lake to put on some clothes and perhaps return to the house, but ... just lay there propped on my elbow and watched him swim, and even when he turned and started to make his way back to the shore, I didn't move at all. As he reached the shallows and stood up to walk out, I guess I could or should have looked away, or stretched out flat with my eyes closed, but I stayed where I was and watched him come towards me.. Robert ran the shower and taking Caroline’s hand, took her into the shower and washed her body slowly and gently, taking his time to wash and massage every part of her body. Caroline leaned back against the shower wall with her eyes closed, savoring every caress as Robert worked his finger between her toes and her fingers and then between her legs, stroking her lips and clit until Caroline was moaning and running her hands through Robert’s hair. Robert stood and lifted Caroline effortlessly,. But, before I get to my adventures, I’ve got to know! Have you given up men? Is this friend Jane a lesbian? Do I still have a chance? Like I told you in my first letter, I remember nothing about that night, but a month or so ago at the same pub, there she was. She’s average height, I guess. About 5’6”, well built, a little chunky, but very pretty. She has auburn colored hair that she wears up in a bob under her uniform hat. Her name is Winifred. She works for the Royal Navy as a Wren. That’s. The blond girl licked her lips, her jaw slightly dropped in riveted amazement as my fingertips dipped into her buddy's navel and moved under the bikini bottom to cup the girl’s mound. I heard an intake of breath from the blond as I gently traced and probed her friend's slit. The dark haired girl sagged against me and with a shrug and shift of her sandaled feet, the bikini bottom against which my cock had been straining, was suddenly gone and as the bus steadied down to a rhythmic motion, the.