" She was wearing a Muse shirt. She was a big fan and she has had that shirt for as long as I could remember."It's a bit too short because of these th...ngs," she began and took her breasts in her hands and moved them around a bit, "but yeah, it fits." From what looked like it, she had about c-sized breasts, just like my mom and they hiked up her shirt to the point where it ended just above her belly button. I couldn't help it but it was such an erotic sight. For bottoms she wore a pair of white. ”“Thank you Ryan, I needed that, both parts.”I closed my eyes, felt the warm sun, and thought that my holiday could just turn out better than I had hoped.Some time later (no idea how long) I heard a girl’s voice say,“Hey Roxy, come on in, we’re a girl short now that Jen has had to leave.”I opened my eyes and looked to the pool. I saw 2 girls looking at me and when they realised that I’d seen them one said,“Fancy a game of chicken Roxy, Jen had to leave and were one girl short. You look as. I was embarrassed and afraid, but so excited. I didn't move away, just stayed there like that. I started making little motions back and forth, in his hand, helping him touch me. It only took a minute for me to reach the point of coming, spurting my juices into my undies, pressing myself against him until I was finished. He took his hand away, moving it up the pole. After a while, we reached a stop and he moved away. I never got a real look at him. Later, at school, in the restroom, I dried off. It's warm and smoky, and the music is a little too loud from the jukebox in the corner, but they have an old, portly bartender with a friendly wide smile who reminds me of my Uncle Bob, gone these five years, and they have Guinness on tap and an Erin Go Bragh banner over the bar mirror. We take our beers, with their creamy thick heads and rich dark color, to a table wedged into a corner. The working-day chatter seems to fade away as we relax over our drinks and make conversation."I'm a.