“Can you tell me about it tomorrow please Ryan; I’d like to get plenty of rest before you start torturing me with that?”
“Okay my love, but it’s not torture; it’s pleasure. Ryan followed with,
“At least you don’t have to get completely naked; you’ll be able to keep your bikini bottoms on.”
I just laughed then pulled my tiny swimming skirt up over my head. Well it was dry; when Ryan finished his ice cream I thought that he was just putting the wrapper in our backpack. I’d noticed that before but never got round to asking him. We were both outside waking down the street with me holding my skirt and bikini. I felt happy and sad; happy that no one had seen Kate cumming and sad that no one had seen Kate cumming.
