Reach up further to run my hands up your back to your shoulders. Close my eyes. Kiss you."What?" you ask. I've been staring again haven't I. Damn my b...ain! I blame you, you're teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh!Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it's an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly. From the neck down, she softly washed and sponged his body as her softhands made sure to cleanse every nook and every cranny.When they got out, she handed him a towel and then went inside,rummaging through his suit case."Would you turn around for a second for me, please," said Tara fromoutside the door."Sure," said Bob, confused as she already saw everything. "Why?" Well I thought maybe I'd make it up just a little to you for all thisbet has put you through?" said Tara as she stepped in,. Kissing me again, she told me she had a special treat for me. Urging me to drink my beer, she told me as the bottle touched my mouth, that she had slipped the tip of the bottle into her wet pussy. She told me her pussy was so wet, her panties were soaked. She then asked me how my beer was. I told her it was delicious. I was so fucking horny and I could taste her sweet pussy on the bottle. But as I looked closer, the bottle top was wet from her. She had pushed it in some, getting the bottle neck. Even if she had worn a training bra it still would have been unnecessary, her breasts were so small. As it was, she didn't have the money to buy such frills. During that visit, she and I played around the farm, and at one point I tried kissing her behind the barn. She didn't resist, but she didn't exactly help, either, and I didn't see what the big deal was. Everybody kissed everybody in the movies and on TV. For me it was no big thing.It was during the next vacation that the sexual encounter.