These are my labia, means 'lips', and lips are for kissing, right. These lips just love being kissed, mmm, french-kissed. Which reminds me, have you e...er been french-kissed?" Um, no, not really," I said and Bert added, "Me, neither." Okay, now normally you don't start off kissing, even french-kissing when you're naked like this, just pretend we have clothes on. Get up here with me, Bert on this side, you, Greg, over here," so we both got up and sat next to our beautifully naked babysitter.She. He lived by the suppositionthat all women, regardless of their skills, would always cave in to aman, and always during the times when there was the slightest bit oftension. That was his credo, and not once had I ever heard, or seen himmove from that position. I was ashamed to sit there and have to listento him say it, but like I said, I had no choice. Beyond shameful,virtually all of the guys and certainly all of the women that worked forthis lout knew better, but he held the reins of power. ) Still, he had to admit, if grudgingly, that thepoem did at least admit science's truth and the falsity of myth or, asit had been understood in its day, religion.As he sipped a daiquiri at his umbrella-shaded table atop the balcony ofthe beachfront restaurant that, in the evening, doubled as a nightclub,looking through his sunglasses at the spectacle of human folly thatoccupied the beach below, he watched the pounding surf roll in from, andout to, sea. The ocean had once been said to have. .....then went back into a deep sleep. With my heart pounding I kept going until I felt her underwear, just the usual cotton bikini brief worn by girls/women her age. It felt so nice! I continued under her undies ever so slowly inch by inch until I got to her beautiful canyon. The skin under her knickers was so soft and untouched and it was all mine.At this stage I had to take stock of exactly where I was on Lilly's gorgeous ass, I couldn't believe it! I had one hand on her ass and the other.