The hardest part in that regard was the waistline of her bikini bottoms. Since I didn't want her to get burnt, I allowed my fingers to slip under the ...ubber strap just a bit but made sure not to grope her butt.When done, I handed her the bottle to which she casually commented, "And the front?"I came back with a shy 'okay' and did her legs first. As I came up to her crotch, she spread her legs to let me access her groin. Obviously, she wasn't planning on getting the upmost part of her thighs. I began looking a little closer at the screens. They say the closer you look, the less you see. Soon, one by one, the other screens blurred out until I could only see one at a time. Ten became too many. Two became too many. Only one screen mattered, and that was the screen that had Clara on it.Sweet Clara. Clara became an interest of mine. Interests became fascinations, fascinations became fantasies. Do your job. Had Clara and I ever met on the street or at the club before the day I found her,. '"Well, Chad, it was a very normal thing for boys to do, even necessary, really. It's good for your body. I'm a school nurse and I know exactly how to take care of you," she said as she gently rubbed the towel around my crotch. Being thirteen, the rubbing and the friction resulted in exactly what nature intends under the circumstance, my erection returned."Oh, my, Chad, look what we have here. You want me to do it again, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't be this swollen right away."I just. Instead, she took her father’s hand, weaved her fingers with his and moved over, sitting against him, and leaned her head on his shoulder as they went. He realized something was bothering her. He offered conversation, how was your day, when is your first swim meet, how were classes. She answered, each with short non-committal answers.He knew not to pry, so he started talking about future plans, maybe a trip to California. Perhaps a photography trip to Denali. She had previously given up.