When I had cupped her jeans to pull her back against me, I might have imagined that I could feel her body heat beneath my palm. I could not believe th...t as my hand shot inside her panties, my fingers found a burning puddle of wetness. Her body opened up and pulled my fingers inside. Her wordless cry of affirmation drove me to curl my fingers in and out repeatedly.She half turned in my arms and she pulled me down into an aggressive kiss. I think she wanted to turn more, but her legs were trapped. .. Charlie and Paul... came over... They wanted to use the pool.” “So three good looking guys wanted to swim in your pool. Of course, that was okay with you.” Mrs. Grafton guessed, “And I suppose you went swimming with them.” “Uh huh,” Sandy confirmed. “And...” “No, let me guess. You wore that white bikini I said you shouldn't wear around any boys.” “No, I couldn't. The catch is broken on it.” “Then, what did you wear?” Sandy tried to answer but was afraid of what her mother's reaction would. " I lifted up her ass and started kissing the path from her hip to her pussy. She had light blond hairs sparsely covering her mons and her lips were beautiful. She was already soaking wet and I could see her inner lips were parting. But just as my lips made contact with her, she grabbed my head and pulled me up. "Not yet Lee, I want to see you too." She pulled my shirt over my head and then surprised me by rolling us over. It was her turn to kiss her way down over my chest, her fingers fumbling. He also watched her ignore most of the men there, especially the one with the salt and pepper hair at the booth who was staring at her with a raw hunger. He waited for her to finish her first drink, then flagged the bartender and told him her next drink was on him. He waited in silence for her to order the second drink, and the smile that grew when she learned he had already paid for it. The man walked over and sat next to her on the empty barstool. “Thank you for the drink,” she said.