I was chest deep and I felt her hands grasp my trunk top and pull herself up. Her head and shoulder were the only part above water and her hands wer... now on my shoulders.“It’s too cold for swimming I want to go back, please.” She looked in my eyes with such sweetness I would have done anything she asked.“Okay” , and I started to move toward the beach and then as I passed her she jumped up on my back for a ride in. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and one arm around my head. The feel. You look at her then back up at me, never letting the dick out of your mouth. The waitress had been wide eyed the entire. Frozen. "Get over here." I said in a hushed command. "Is this what you wanted to see?"She walked over like a dog caught digging in the trash. Her shoulders slumped, head tilted down. She walked in a straight line directly to me and stood at my side. It was almost as if she were a trained dog. She nodded, affirming she had been peeking at us. "How long have you been. My room is on the far side from our main entry, with the living room and kitchen between. I do however, have an unobstructed view of the front door, through the doorway leading from kitchen to living room…It is only about 20 metres, so you can guess, the house is not a mansion.It was about 5 in the afternoon when Jude arrived. I heard the faint knock and waved her in. I got up and alerted Mum that she had a visitor and she got up to great her. They sat at the kitchen table with Jude seated at. “How nice to know, but did you have to vote for Hillary? I mean, really? And what’s with dating a Latina, anyway? Aren’t there any nice white girls around here that you can date? A friend of mine has a really nice daughter named Ellen, a nice Jewish girl, and I like her despite sharing a name with that silly dyke talk show hostess. It’s easier to deal with you dating guys than dating a Latina, if you think about it. Gay sex doesn’t cause babies and your little sister has given me some grandkids.