The women in the bathroom surreptitiously glanced my way while fixing their hair or washing their hands, I paid them little attention. My brain was st...uggling to assimilate everything that had happened to me in a short span of time. What tripped up my well-oiled mind was the tall apologetic boy that came to my aid. Niceties, especially coming from men, were few and far between. They usually seemed to have a motive for being nice, they either had a greedy purpose or the woman was just too hot to. This was the chance I was waiting for the past 30+ hours, I checked the time, it was only 11 PM, I was so happy to see I have enough time to play with her. I gently squeezed her breast over her blouse for about 20 mins with both my hands now. Something strange happened now, she took a bedsheet and covered herself now, but never even tried to move my hand, She was planning to cover herself from accidental wake up of my grandparents.I liked this gesture and this gave me more confidence than. Or was it always just when she was snuggled up in bed? I wondered if she came like I came, did she feel like I felt when I came? But my imaginings were suddenly interrupted.I heard her say, "Look!" and I turned to face where her voice had come from. And there she was with this big, funny grin on her face and - I couldn't believe it - a vibrator in her hand!I just cracked up and said something like, "God, do you really use one of those!?" (At that stage I had only ever used my fingers, or. Maybe Uncle Steve sensed this, because he came over to talk to me often. Or he would give a little reassuring wink or a smile, from across the pool.It was time to get in the pool. I went inside and changed into my bikini. I came to the door and paused in the lighted doorway to survey the scene. Brad noticed and looked at me like a hungry hound dog. I guess my intentions were obvious, so he stood, peeled his shirt off, and dove into the pool ahead of me. As a tease, I considered not getting into.