The 4 of us messed around in the waves a while before Jessica and drifted away, to give Steven and Kyla a little alone time as they really seemed into...each other. Jessica and I went deeper into the ocean and once again I was behind her. Her body against mine as the wave crashed into us. My hands wondered, exploring her sexy body, over her flat belly, then softly running over her nice sized teen tits. She pushed her body back into mine and her tight ass was against my cock that started to grow.. She thought he looked awfully cute carrying her butterfly printed backpack over his own. He was tall and his broad shoulders made her feel week in the knees. She knew exactly what she would think about when she masturbated tonight. “Could you grab the door?” he asked, snapping her back from her daydream. They entered the drafty apartment and stepped into the elevator. She slid the mitten off her right hand and entered her floor number. The yellow lights in the elevator flickered as they. The girl was literally begging for it, but the prise fighter was hovering in the corner. So I decided to be bold, but neutral. “I have a simple rule,” I said. “You touch mine, I touch yours, and further, if I show you mine, you must show me yours.” I was hoping that this would get the prize fighter to show some reaction and give me a clue as to what was acceptable to do next.He said, “I like a man of principle that lives according to fixed rules.” And that was all – no expression on his. Unfortunately all that moving around gave me the instant hardness that pubescent boys are both blessed and cursed with. Laughter fading with giggling replacing it, ‘Jason are you hard? Did little Alice give you a stiffie?’ Face red with embarrassment, ‘I’m sorry Alice please! Don’t be mad I can’t help it!’ ‘Don’t worry about it about it Jason. Mom told me this might happen one day. It’s not a big deal.’ Slowly moving her butt on my crotch now, ‘But I do seem to have you trapped don’t I? Maybe I.