’ ‘What, wait, what, I don’t get it, you’re not, you’re not Sasha?’ he stuttered. I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut around the tea...s I could feel were gathering in them. ‘I don’t understand? I’m in the right building, it’s the right day, the right time,’ he mumbled ‘and you look absolutely perfect.’ I looked up in time to see him stare at me with doubt in his eyes, as if to say ‘are you sure you’re not Sasha?’ All of the tension in my body broke in a wave of sadness and I started. Her nipples were poking through her costume, but my cock was so shrivelled up cause I was cold.We carried on chatting for a bit, then swam a bit more, there was a bit of flirting, but quite innocent. Then she asked me if I knew where the showers were, because she was cold. I said without thinking I will show you, Im going there myself to warm up, and we walked the 100 or so yards to the shower block.Now these showers were cubicles, but both men and womens, as we approached the showers I just. It let me know how you feel about me, at least a little anyway,” Sasha said before her hand slipped down my boxers. Her hand slowly stroked my cock. Sasha’s lips met mine, slowly and passionately. Our tongues intertwined; my hands caressed her face. Electricity surged between us as we continued kissing. Sasha pulled me up, so I was sitting on the couch. Sasha then climbed on my lap. We never stopped our make-out session. We had fallen asleep together with our clothes on. Sasha grabbed my. Brooke felt Dot's fingers through the cloth as it dipped down over her stomach and between her pussy lips. The cloth fell away and two lather slick fingers slipped into Brooke's young cunt. "Ohhh, Dot! Make me cum quick! Oh, oh, yes, I love your fingers, Dot." Brooke's own fingers reached behind her to finger Dot's wet labia. Dot made her cum quickly as requested. Still panting, Brooke asked, "How did the reunion go, Dot? Is your friend still as beautiful as you said she was?" "More so, Brooke..