Now, as the sun sets behind us, the clouds roll closer and closer. I pull you up from the chair you have been curled in, reading. I take your book and...set it down, drawing you into my arms, kissing you gently. My fingers playing in your still slightly damp hair. We shared a lovely shower earlier, where our removal of sun screen and sweat had led to me gasping against the wall of the shower as my cock pulsed in your mouth, spending myself against your tongue. I had chosen not to redress,. “Do you want the job or not?” the fat man asked. Debbie nodded and forced herself to stand still while this disgusting man groped both of her tits. Again, only Brett had ever touched her before and now this man was treating her like a whore. “Good,” the fat man said and stopped, “I’ll give you 50 dollars to fuck you,” the fat man said casually. He must of saw the look on Debbie’s face as he passed off his comment as “just kidding.” The fat man explained that Debbie would start work that night. All I could think of was that this day was one erotic andsensual feeling after another. With the panties on, Stacy had me put my hands over may head, and shelowered the camisole into place. It felt equally wonderful. "I think that my Chrissie likes what she feels. She's cooing." "It feels incredible. It's so smooth, and it feels cool to the touch. Yet, it also warms me as it rubs up against my body." I hadn't missedthe "Chrissie" and "she" comments, but I was so overcome that I letthem go. Want some help?" Uh, no, that's okay..." I glanced up at Isabelle as she sat on the floor with me, her young face intently pondering her next move. She had already taken her shower and was in her pajamas, her bedtime was 8 PM. But her mother was on her way to Spain, traveling with her extended family to visit her parents for Christmas. Isabelle and I would follow in two days, when Isabelle's school program closed for the holidays. I've always been a little more relaxed about bedtimes than.