She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter. I was surprised at how calm her voice was as she came, her juices running down my fingers. I k...elt behind her and tugged her panties to her knees, hiking her skirt up and spreading the lobes of her buttocks. Her pink rosebud sank in as she tensed, realizing that was the object of my attention, and I intended to play with it. Hers was a pretty asshole -- slightly dark around the rim and bright pink where the wrinkles converged. I rubbed one. Travis got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks. Towel over one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to meet his babysitter. A sitter, man! But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel. Then he felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too knobby or something. She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was small, because she was all that but it didn't work out that way. Jean Marks had long red hair and a body like a miniature. She had worked as a cop for the last fifteen years and was at the bar with a few friends celebrating her promotion to Detective III. She spotted the pretty young teacher sitting alone at the bar shortly after arriving. Her eyes had continued to flash in the brunette's direction and after getting caught looking for a third time she left her friends and joined the solo brunette at the end of the bar."I won't tell him if you don't," Shelly teased as she inched closer to her prey. She held eye. I was wondering if the costume had any lining in it at all. The costume was a one piece which was cut high on the rear to reveal her tight ass and rather scantily cut on the front, with a high V, which barely covered the crack. I could see she was clean shaven today. The boob cups were non-existent and I could see her nipples protruding. Hope you aren’t planning to swim in that costume today or you might give some our mates a heart attack. Don’t be silly she said, it’s a very comfortable.