Judith scooped them up and grinned."Right every time we play in the tree house, you have to wear yourknickers and hand over your chocolates to me." Yo... didn't say that!" I protested."Well that's the deal. Take it or leave it."I took it willingly but made a face to pretend I didn't like it. Intruth I liked to wear knickers all the time so Judith's 'deal' was nohardship. The good thing was that Judith had decided not to tell mummyor aunty Pauline and this was the real deal. By way of thanks I. Oh my God! They were so soft. Wow! I started fondling them. The tits were getting hard. My right hand was on her left her t boob and my left hand was caressing her back. It went to the straps of her bra and it unhooked them. Now the sight of the large pink tits was heavenly. I kissed them, pressed them. And each time I pinched her tits she let a slight moan. I didn’t expect her to be a moaner. Then I again turned on towards the lips. When we were kissing, her hands were moving around my rock. About an hour passed by with some splashing and joking. One of the guys would regularly get out and retrieve more beers. The splashing calmed down and the beers kicked in. John was holding Emma around the waist and was holding her in his arms while they all chatted. The water was around chest height for Emma so she was mostly underneath. John decided to heat things up and began to rub Emma’s clit softly over her shorts. She did well to continue talking to everyone although her face started to. Always waiting... and wanting. I gasp and let out a sharp cry as I feel the first touch of something, more shock than pain. My mind processes the feeling, the sensation, and I realize it is a light touch, feathery, sleek. It could, indeed, be a feather... or fringe of a blanket... perhaps his hair. I can only imagine, not determine, as the touches and teases continue. The feathery feeling is gone now, replaced with something cold and wet... an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped.