I cup and squeeze a breast, tug at your nipple. I hand you your remaining wine and you sip. I tease and caress your thighs with broad sweeps of my han..., moving ever closer to your pulsing core. You moan, arching your back. I take your nipple into my mouth and suck gently, rhythmically, then slip a single finger between your lips, inside your saturated pussy.You groan and rock back and forth, pushing my finger deeper. I smile and kiss you, my tongue playing with yours, adding a second finger.. She was looking directly at me. She locked her fingers together high above her head in a stretch, arching her back giving me a beautiful view of her breasts. Then she settled down in the tub so the water was at her neck, as was mine.After a few minutes she whispered, "promise to stay on your side?"As much as I wanted to lunge across the tub and take her in my arms, I said "yes, you have my word."With that said, she smiled and spread her legs letting her heels rest on the sides of the tub and. After my wife died we both sought of kept to ourselves, tho my memories would still flood in of my little girl. On the other hand, my sister is 32years old and has 2 daughters, on her own, her husband died of cancer. But that much later.Just recently Sara, my daughter, came out to see me and I saw how much she looked liked my sister. We sat and talked the whole day long, but what was disturbing was the small tank top and short shorts she wore. I could almost believe that she didn't wear undies,. On goes her wrap around skirt and button up sun top and we wandered the streets hand in hand.We finish our cool local beer and start looking for a few local sights that I could photograph for I have my Pentax slung over my shoulder. The cool interior of the local museum beckoned and we decided to go in a have a quick look around. On the first floor up a few stone steps was this 9-inch high marble statue of an ancient Greek girl kneeing down and it looked like she was washing her hair. For every.