My right hand cupped each small mound in turn, my thumb flicking each nipple."Please no," she said, her eyes now tightly shut, but I wasn't going to s...op now. My hand left her small tits and moved south, over her flat middle and then under her Jeans and Knickers to her pussy."No, no, you mustn't," her tears starting to run down her face.Although her thighs were clamped tight I managed to force my middle finger into her hot and very wet pussy."No, oh no, please," she said very quietly now,. Teresa was fairer skinned and almost blond, had some acne, and also wore small bikinis, usually orange or patterned.One hot evening after she finished helping her uncle at the food stand, Maria and I went for a walk and held hands and then started kissing. We moved to an area between two boats that were turned over and beached out of the surf. We lay down on the sand and kept necking. My blood was hot because I unrestrainedly ran my hands all over Maria's body. At one point, one hand was. I cooked hot dogs and every one seemed to have a good time. The two boys left right after eating. Kathy told the girls they had to wait a while before going back into the pool since they had ate. Kathy and I cleaned up and then sat down at a table. As I looked over the girls, about half of them had the bottoms of their bikinis embedded in their pussy crack showing off real nice camel toes. I felt my penis jerk to life as I looked them over. Kathy asked if I wanted to swim with them. I. Shelly looked a bit puzzled, but rose and walked with my mother toward the corridor leading to the washrooms. ‘You looked like you were really having a good time, Jurgen,’ I said after a short silence. ‘Ja. Your mother is a very good dancer. She is very … schick?’ he said, trying to find the English equivalent. ‘Elegant! Yes, that’s a good word. She is, isn’t she. You’d never know she was a rancher’s wife not that long ago.’ ‘She is a very fine lady.’ Jurgen seemed lost in thought. ‘Have you.