She was moaning slightly, I just couldn't wait any longer, so with a mischevious grin I told her she couldnt go to work all hot and bothered like that...so I slid to my knees pushing her legs apart.I could see her hard cock straining against the fabric so I told her that, that must be uncomfortable, so i quickly pulled them to the side to let her cock out. As I leaned in, I could smell her musk, running my lips across the slick head of her cock, and down the shaft, she squealed, so I started. "You like that?" Hell yea!" She slid back down. Her pussy felt like a warm velvet glove. She pumped him and then repeated moving slowly back up. She did that several times driving him crazy with lust. He fondled her tits and caressed her body as she drove him crazy. She rolled him back over and it was his turn to go slower. The deliberate act of slow fucking turned him on. Bettie liked it that way and he found it to be very erotic and satisfying too. So he slowly slid inside her all the way. "It had been ah… long time since we swim." She frowned at me. "I have forgotten the joy." Her smile returned and lit up my soul. "It's okay, Tante, I think that I forgot the simple things too." I said, watching her push back into a backstroke, inadvertently her small breasts floated above the water, glistening in the moonlight. I groaned to myself, thinking how perfect she was. My normal feelings of awkwardness and inadequacies, forgotten for the moment, as alcohol had fogged my brain. . Jimmy would stand at the end of the diving board in seeming concentration, and wait until I turned at the pool ladder to watch him, so that I could look up at his semi-hard dick. Sometimes he would bounce on the board, and this made the springy organ itself, a jutting, bouncing thing of male prowess. It helped to stimulate both its erect condition, and my growing arousal too.I, in turn, would in my best Olympic fashion, make measured movements on the board, while Jimmy watched from the water,.