Uncle Terry's tongue and lips followed the trail of her sweet stickiness, licking and lapping the girl's sensitive skin as he went. When the stream be...an to trickle between Elle 's plump bald vaginal lips, (and yes . . . she had shaved, just like he asked) she moaned softly as it tickled its way into her most intimate area - she knew that Uncle Terry's tongue was close behind it and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. She squealed and wriggled when his questing tongue tip gently. I’d lay the client on the couch and strip them off, leaving my tits bare but leaving my slacks and panties on. Then I’d dangle my breasts over his mouth and let the client watch them bobble and sway, and even let him touch and caress them. Then I’d express a little milk into the customer’s open mouth, letting him see my milk streaming from the nipple, before I let him latch on for some serious sucking. They must have liked what they saw, because I got a lot of extra tips that way.And, I gotta. It wasn't the rocks shadow though. Something, a fly I figured at first, tickled my nose. At low tied when the seaweed is exposed, flies can be a real nuisance on that beach.But brushing it away with my hand only caused a familiar voice to giggle. Surprised I opened my eyes."Kylie, where did you spring..." Was as far as I got before she clamped her lips against mine."I thought we could take a swim together this morning." she said, breaking the kiss. Then kissed me again before I had time to. I think she's been hurt before.And badly.So badly that she never wants to be hurt that way again, by anyone--notthat I would ever hurt her, or could. She knows that, I think, rationally.But she has to believe it, too; she has to feel it. Trust too easily wonon one occasion is exceedingly difficult to extend to anyone else on lateroccasions.I had given her time. We had been lovers for months now, talking, holdinghands, kissing, and, now, only lately, getting half-naked and caressing,face to face.