Sam was hot.Carly had always acknowledged that, it was just… when she thought that now, it was usually accompanied by a sharp pull in her stomach. I... was no biggie. It was just a phase. That’s all. Sam was growing up, and Carly was just noticing it, was all.Nothing more. Noth-Carly’s fingers tightened in the quilt, her bouncing coming to a halt.Sam…In a towel…Wet…Sam.Carly shook her head, swallowing hard. So what? It was just her best friend, who just had a shower, in a towel. She’d seen it. She smoked a cigarette, flicking her ashes on my chest. After sunning awhile, she got up and picked up the bottle of sunscreen. She put sunscreen on the back of her arms and legs. She put some on a towel, and rubbed the towel across her back. She laid face down on the lounge and sunned some more.Some time passed before Anita got up and went inside. When she came back, she was naked. It was the first time I saw her breasts in the daylight, and the first time I saw her cleanly shaved pussy. She. I quickly moved back to her greedy clit knowing with the benefit of years of experience that was where she needed it the most and she responded by hugging my head with both hands and whispering words in her native language that most textbooks were unable to translate.She moaned with joy and some frustration.I wished my tongue was longer and that she would allow my fingers probing her rear channel to continue a scouting raid into her mysterious back door. I sensed she was not in the least. .. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I.