The Boy Who Followed Ripley

She moved backwards through the water and suddenly rose to the surface, leaving him staring after her. She swam away from the boy, who followed her fast although he had no idea what he would do when be caught up with her. He saw the downy patch of her sexy cunt as she swam in front of him, saw her moist, soft-looking buttcheeks as the water rolled over them in waves. Carol shuddered with excitement when she felt the boy's hand on her ankle. He was already a stronger swimmer than she was and he had caught her easily. She felt his hand let go instantly, as if he had suddenly realized what he had done, as if he had suddenly felt the warmth of her flesh and realized how nasty it was to touch a woman old enough to be his mother. He had a long way to go before he could freely give himself to her. She would enjoy teaching the boy the ways of fucking. CHAPTER FOUR Carol shook her head as she reached the ladder, tossing her hair behind her and laughing out loud with lusty glee. She waited for a second or two, hoping that the boy would have the nerve to touch her ...»