'who I am is not important but your compliance is. Tell me all about these pictures, who took them and where and how old you were at the time'God my c...ck was already hard in my pants and I couldn't wait to see her next mail.'please don't do this'Just the one line was all that she sent. Well of course I'm going to do this you fucking slut, I shouted out.'tell me, this is your last chance.'I sent back. I waited two days before her next mail arrived and I was beginning to get a bit worried.'please. She lied down on her towel, next to me, spread her legs so the guy with the mustache, whom she had observed admiring her, would have a decent view, and put her hand on my thigh running it up and down.I was still in my trunks so she slid her fingers in and touched the head of my erect cock, teasing it, gently and then sliding her hand down my inner thigh, down nearly to my knee, then back up to the tip of my cock, which she would tease for a couple of seconds before going back down. This was,. She was beautiful. She was wearing a blue nightgown and nothing else and had on lipstick. “Come in baby” she said as she hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled me in. She shut the door lightly pushed me against it. “I’ve been thinking about this a long time baby” she whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. I sighed and felt myself getting even harder. She traced the outline of my cock and smiled at me. She took my hand and led me to her room. “Lay down sweetie” she told me. I did. He has a white towel wrapped around his hips . . . and at this realisation my heart stutters slightly. Muscles clench and nerves flutter in my stomach but at the same time I can feel a slight throbbing begin between my legs. I do want this, after all. I’m completely turned on but just a bit nervous that I somehow won’t live up to all these years of anticipation on Jackson’s part. He holds up a bottle of sun tan lotion to show me, then steps over and unties the strings of my white bikini top..