10-4 For old time's sake... - Sex Stories

10-4 For old time's sake...

... undressed again.

I sat and looked and played for 10-15 mins, and by doing so, we got horny again and fucked (or was it made love??) again. For old time's sake...

Back at the ranch, I took a quick shower in case she picked up any scent of sex on me, and it was time for Bindi's next swimming lesson.

She had a different bikini on this time, not quite so provocative. As soon as we got in the water, she told me to remove both parts. She took off my shorts and massaged Mr Softy until he became Mr Semi.

As she practised floating on her back, she allowed my supporting arms and hands to wander. Up her thighs and into the intersection. If I stood by her feet, she opened the legs wider, until I saw the black hole of her gape.

On her front she let my hands massage her boobs gently, the long nips jutting out a long way. Again at her feet end, her pussy was closed now but her arsehole winked at me.

She was not drowning so often now, but did an obvious fake one, and in clinging on to me, pushed down on me hard. If she had been a bit more lubricated, I might have gone in. (The water washes it away quite quickly.)

That night, Margey laid down the law to her, but in a nice, friendly, non-threatening way:

Look, it wasn't a good idea to break your hymen. If your parents call in the police, it's going to be difficult to prove ...

... it was a hairbrush and not Steve or someone else. Your word may not be good enough in a court of law, especially if a large dowry is at stake.

Continue playing your poop and pee games (I'd like to join in please) but penetration is not a good idea. Can I munch your pussy please, and you do me?

Back to earlier in the pool, Bindi managed to do a width or two, but was having trouble with the breathing technique. Later, with me supporting her body weight, she did a complete length, and I let go of her completely for the last 10 metres, so she did that bit on her own.

Our shower was quick, as it was my turn to cook dinner, and to save the feelings of the poor lawn, she squatted on the seat of the WC to pee, as I dipped my fingers in the warm stream. She turned to face the other way, and pushed out a gnarly and bumpy thick 6" turd which I caught on my palm covered in TP.

I slept in Bindi's room that night, soaking up all her fragrances from her bedsheets and pillow. She was meantime muff-munching with Margey.

As a souvenir for her, I took a pair of her used knickers from her laundry basket, noting a thin white stain line in the gusset, and a brown skidmark at the back. I sniffed them well, wanked into them, leaving them on her pillow to find the next day.

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