Then she gasped, and said she felt me hug her, there in the water! I hugged her again, and she gasped again. She said “You are here, aren’t you?�...I don’t know how to explain it, but, I caressed her button, and she yipped. The only thing I can come up with is the water did something in response to my feelings, and my will. She was not above one of the special jets, so that wasn’t it. But there it was -- she was feeling what I wanted her to feel there in the water.We had a sort-of discussion after. She had a trim waist, and a neatly trimmed pubis. Round, firm appearing hips tapered to toned legs.Emily tut-tutted over the damage done to her clothing, eventually discarding the panties and bra as beyond use, handing Lucy the rest. She slipped her jeans on, and shucked the sweatshirt to slip Emily’s scrub shirt on. It appeared that Emily had a larger bosom than Lucy, as the scrub shirt draped loosely over her bust. She tucked the scrub shirt into the waistband of her jeans, tied her shoes,. The floor around her feet covered with her discarded clothes. He had pressed himself up against her and pulled her into his arms, watching her reflection in the mirror over her shoulder. He swept her hair to one side and as he trailed kisses along the fragrant skin of her neck, telling her it didn’t matter, that what she wore wasn’t important, but she had sighed and told him he didn’t understand. Later that day, at his insistence they had driven into Florence and he had taken her to the. She began to moan then as the lust and desire were beginning to pulse through her body. He began kneading her breasts, pulling her chemise down to find her breasts. His tongue began to circle her nipples, first on then the other. He began to playfully bite her breasts and neck. Her hands began to explore his body, moving across his back feeling the muscles move under his shirt. His shirt was beginning to get wet from the sweat running down his body. She grasped the front of his shirt and tore.