A bit of dampness stole into her pussy. She leaned in her chair as though to get a better look at the bedroom. “You don’t have a girl tied up back...there do you?” Kathleen laughed, “No, I was just feeling a little horny, and decided to grow a dick to masturbate with. Why didn’t you tell me how much fun it was to play with these things?” She shifted in her chair again, “Or how uncomfortable it is to hide it.” As Violet watched, Kathleen got up, the front of her skirt being pushed out by something. Her nipples quickly hardened because of the cold water and poked obviously through the front of her bra. She obviously knew this was going to happen and grinned at me when she saw I was looking. We splashed each other and flirted a little, the whole time my dick was hard, as we were playing she brushed her ass against my crotch and giggled sexily when she felt my hard cock.She said it felt like I needed a little extra help down there, dived down and tugged my boardies off, leaving my hard dick. Since it was a marriage ceremony and we would be called anytime, I was in no mood to let this opportunity slip from my hands. Hence I immediately pulled her saree up and the scene in front of my eyes was mesmerizing.It’s difficult to describe it in words. A fleshy white spotless pair of thighs and a clean shaved spotless pussy already wet and dripping. With an intention to increase this excitement I put my fingers around her pussy and moved it on the boundaries of it. This sent goosebumps down. ”“Another thing like that?”“Yes, and I’m sorry I’m exasperating you.”“What does that mean? Ex-ass-purr-ating?”“Frustrating and annoying.”“So, like Jesse!” I declared.“So you say,” Dad chuckled. “Anyway, what I can tell you is that Aunt Bethany and I both had the same dream, about the same people who died. I had it many, many years before Bethany did, and I never told her about it. Then, when she had her accident, the one where she almost died, she had a dream just like mine. She told me about.