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Scarlet had let go of my hand and in my surprise at her actions, I realized I let my hand linger on her chest long enough that I suddenly looked at her face to see she was looking directly into my eyes with a smile. Quickly, I pulled my hand away, trying to read her face to see if she was alarmed by the length of time my hand was on her breast. “Yeah. It’s definitely beating fast.” “Must be the heat making our hearts work harder than normal,” Scarlet shrugged, as though this physical touching was nothing at all. And maybe it wasn’t – to her. But I was definitely aware of movement in my shorts and I turned away quickly, reaching down for our flip flops as a ruse to turn my back, lest my crotch stirrings were obvious. She non-chalantly slipped on her footwear and we headed back to the house, returning to the same, casually inane conversations in which we had engaged on the way down, with no mention or even awkwardness about the hands we had laid on each other’s chests. Could I have been making more of this than she intended? Was she just a kid who was open and not shy about her body and it maybe had nothing to do with sexuality? It was strange to me but kids today are much more open about things than we were at their age. We passed the rest of the day on a zip-lining adventure through the jungle canopy, the girls screaming in delight as they whizzed through the mountain-top mazes at breathtaking speeds, hanging upside ebony down, posing for pictures, and laughing uproariously. If Scarlet felt any awkwardness after our morning run, it certainly didn’t show. When we got back to the house, the girls once again donned at least their third or fourth bathing suits and headed for the pool, Scarlet slowing down just barely long enough for me to steal a glance at that perfect pussy shot before she jumped into the pool. We spent the next day around the pool and the beach, and once again, I was asked to apply sunscreen to Scarlet, early in the morning when she arose before the others and joined me outside. This time, I simply applied the lotion to the back of her legs without being asked, and while I didn’t hear the moan as I may have imagined I had before, this time I swore there was some kind of playful look as she said thank you before laying down on a lounger by the pool. That night, Scarlet asked if we could return to a run on the beach the following morning, having taken a day off from her cardio workout. The next morning, we left the house just after seven, Scarlet having set an alarm so as to be able to get in her training ahead of the heat. We walked to Babes the beach, not talking much, listening to the tropical birds, stopping to pet one of the neighbourhood dogs we were growing accustomed to seeing each day. Scarlet was definitely quieter that morning, so much so I was tempted to ask her if everything was okay. As we reached the same, tree covered spot from which we had begun our run two days prior, Scarlet smiled at me and asked, “Are you going to run with me again?” “Absolutely,” I assured her. “Think you can keep up?” she teased, and before I could answer, she grabbed my hand, pulling me down the slight incline onto the beach, holding my hand until she broke into her warm up jog, before running slightly ahead of me again, permitting me that lovely, unobstructed view of her firm ass to motivate me to keep going. A few times, as we picked up the pace, she glanced back over her shoulder, as Big Tits if to check to ensure I was still with her, each time giving me a little smile, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily in the hot morning air. We went slightly further than we had on our first run, and I allowed Scarlet to set the pace and the distance, though admittedly, I was having to work harder than she, trying to keep up with this young athlete. We returned to our starting point at nearly a full on sprint, and it was all I could do not to collapse on the sand. Scarlet’s body bore a glistening sheen from the sweat of her exertion and the hot morning sun. Despite myself, I was imagining its silky slipperiness if it was to be pressed up against mine. Without thinking, I pulled my shirt off over my head, futilely dabbing my sweating face with the sweat soaked garment. I have a pretty hairless body, not by design – I don’t shave or anything – just by genetics. She shot back. The first spurt of warm, watery cum into my pussy sent me over the top. If indeed she did know about that night she was taking the news of it really well. Alec had pressed himself up against him and he could feel his son’s manhood against his thigh. 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That really surprised me, but in a good way. I didn’t think I could ever feel closer to Shelby than I did when we were fucking but hearing her vocalize the pleasure I gave her drew Babes me emotionally tighter to her. “It's not my fault you decided to go fuck Georgia,” I said, shrugging. experiment to find what she liked best. I really do. Her hair was plastered to her face; her body was flushed and covered with sweat, she was naked and her cunt was so hot she was Big Tits dripping down her legs. Frustrated she sighed she'd never been able to read her father that well.