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We did have good times on our annual trips to the beach. She is always tan, fit and full of energy. I loved seeing her bounce over to me, pert tits bouncing in her tiny bikini top. Then smiling at me and huggin on me as she playfully asked me for some money for her and her friend to go get something to eat or drink. She always new how to wrap me around her little finger.
What is it that you miss. Perhaps you are remembering being at the beach when she would run up to the blanket, kicking some sand on you, as she quickly lay down next to you. Was it the way her breasts moved gently up and down in that small bikini - out of breath from running? Or maybe the way the drops of water glistened in the sunlight on her tan smooth skin?
When she got up to jog over to the concession stand did you notice how the bottom of her bikini pulled up showing so much more of her round butt than normal? As she lay face down to sun did you apply the sun screen - hoping your rough hands would not be noticed against her warm smooth skin. How far did your fingers venture on her sides as they approached her breasts?
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I wonder.......
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I did notice her bikini bottom was pulled up. I always notice everything about her ass and her attire. Every curve of her petite young body, every exposed piece of forbidden flesh. She seems to enjoy my rough hands on her smooth skin as I apply sun screen, she lets out low satisfying moans as I rub it into her; my fingers intimately familiar with her body.
Or course I oblige my sweet daughter and make sure I diligently apply lotions to protect her smooth skin. My fingers slide up her inner thighs, slipping underneath the elastic of her bikini bottoms, sliding along her smooth, firm young, bum. I give her cheeks a firm squeeze before my fingers trail towards a more private, more sensitive place beneath her tiny bikini.
When she suddenly turns over on her back to face you, do you wonder if you went too far with your hands or is something stirring in her. You see her face – so pretty, so familiar. You know ever line in her face, the fullness of her lips and the color of her eyes. So familiar, so pleasing – do you let your eyes drift down her front taking in her small round breasts, the lovely curve muscles of her stomach that disappear into a small opening past the strap. Do you dare proceed applying the lotion? Starting with the shoulders will you run your greased hands over the swelling breast to the tummy and let your fingers explore the open space between her skin and bikini fabric? How far would she allow your hand to slide within the opening? Do you wonder if you would find a small tuff of hair or just smooth skin – how far should you go?