Shhhh trust me. I grasp her hands and lead them to an overhead bar we use to dry clothes and tie them to it. It is slightly too high so she needs to s...retch her body. I push her legs apart. She shivers again as the wind is picking up. I let my fingers walk,over her body, pinching a nipple from time to time. She moans softly each time I do it. I try to pinch a bit harder and she leans back suddenly, letting out a short scream as I pull her back up with the tip of my fingers. My fingers continue. “Your mother saw those pictures?” he asked. “She must be ready to kill me!” Sandy sat up straight. “Well, she might wish I was a couple of years older, but no, she doesn't have a problem with you, or us for that matter.” “Right. Uh huh. And what if she'd shown up when you were straddling my lap in the pool?” Bob challenged. “You mean when you had one of my nipples in your mouth?” Sandy smiled. “I’m sure she would have been embarrassed, but otherwise? No, I don't see her even getting terribly. He welcomed and invited me in and asked, “So what’s the big occasion Simran!” I immediately replied with a shy smile. “It’s my birthday.” He came closer to me and wished “Happy Birthday, Beta.” He kept holding my hand after a few seconds slowly groping my hand asked, ” Simran?”And stopped with a question mark on his face. I promptly replied without trying to get my hands away, “Yes?…” And he continued ” Your hands are so soft but little hot! Are you having a fever?” I immediately replied, “No. By now I was rubbing the front of your trousers and feeling that you were already rock hard, my mouth watered. Still rubbing between my legs and feeling my wetness you pull my skirt up over my thighs and up over my cheeks. You slid my thong to one side and starting from the top, sliding a finger down until you found my hole and slowly pushed your finger deep inside, slowly moving it in and out and then another finger. I sighed at the feeling, the excitement was building. I.