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 Part Two

   Chapter 1

   On Tuesday morning, Robbie again dropped the girls off for the summer
activities at school while he took care of a few more business issues,
stopping back to pick them up just a little before 2:00.  Telling them he
again had a couple of hours of work to do in his study, he left them on
their own, which of course meant after dashing upstairs to change and grab
towels, lotion and other essentials they promptly headed for the pool,
where they repeated their quest for an all-over tan from the day before .

   As they were finishing dinner, Lindsey told the others that Grammie
Morse had called her today at work with the bad news that Grandpa Morse had
been hospitalized after suffering a severe heart attack.  Doctors weren't
certain whether he was going to pull through.  "Trey, I've made
reservations on the first flight in the morning, for you and I to go stay
with Gram and, hopefully, be able to visit with Grampa as he gets better.
But just in case he doesn't, I want us to be there."

   A tearful Trey could barely speak.  "Oh Mom.  Is Grampa going to be
okay?"

   "I don't know, Baby Girl, and that's why I think it's important for us
to go."

   Quietly weeping, Trey rose from her chair, went over and hugged her mom,
finally burying her face in Lindsey's lap, sounding for all the world to be
in abject misery.

   Robbie, feeling helpless, knew this was something that Trey and Lindsey
would have to get through together, although he was steadfast in his
resolve to support them in any way possible.  He knew how important the
senior `Morses' had been to Lindsey, providing her first taste of a truly
loving, caring family when she first met Mark, and the absolute lifeboat
they had been to both Lindsey and Trey when Mark had been killed.

   Showing a hidden strength, Lindsey picked Trey up into her arms and
carried her into the family room where she sat with a still whimpering Trey
on her lap, softly stroking her hair and cooing words of comfort and hope.

   Robbie and Kat, left to themselves in the kitchen, quietly got
everything cleaned up and put away, and then they both joined the others on
the couch, not knowing what to say, but wanting to be with them.

   "I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

   "Thanks, Robbie.  That will be a big help."

   "Can I ride with you?  With Trey?" Kat begged, as Trey turned around to
her and began crying on Kat's shoulder.

   "Sure you can, hon."

   "Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?  I'm so scared and sad."

   Robbie immediately offered, "that'll be fine.  I'll stretch out down
here."

   "Noooo," Trey tearfully wailed, "I want you to be with us, too, Robbie."

   Lindsey quietly nodded her reassurance to him.

   "And Kat, too?"

   "And Kat, too, you pooooor, poooor, thing." Now Lindsey was tenderly
teasing her, "It's a good thing Robbie has such a big bed!"

   And so, for the second night in a row, they all four slept together. 
Although, there wasn't quite as much fun and pleasure as they'd had the
night before.



   As Robbie drove to the airport in the morning, he asked Lindsey, "Should
I have Kat tell the other girls that the pool party is off for this
weekend?"

   "No.  Don't do anything yet.  I have no idea how long we'll be staying.
It might only be for a couple of days."

   None of them had gotten much sleep last night since Trey had been
tossing and turning all night long as thoughts and worries about her
grandfather were disturbing her sleep, so when Kat asked Robbie on the way
home if she could stay home and rest today instead of going to school, he
told her that would be fine.

   When they got home, Kat immediately went upstairs to put on a swimsuit
and grabbed the lotion and a towel.  On the way out to the pool, she asked
Robbie if he could oil up her back, since Trey wasn't there.

   They stepped out onto the patio and Robbie surprised Kat by saying, "Hey
Dusty, how are you boy?"

   She followed his gaze and saw he was speaking to a very handsome dog
standing off at the edge of the patio, warily wagging his tail.  "Oh look!
He's beautiful!  Where'd he come from," Kat asked?

   "He's a three-year old shepherd - collie mix, belongs to some neighbors
that live about a half mile through the woods over there.  Dusty is smart
as a whip.  It didn't take him long at all to figure out that I'm usually
home during the day, so if he's lonely, he'll wander over and see what's
going on over here.  Come on, Dusty.  Come and introduce yourself to Kat."

   The strikingly colored animal bounded over and immediately started
making friends with the girl.  While Dusty and Kat got acquainted, Robbie
slopped a generous coating of tanning lotion across her shoulders and
rubbed it thoroughly across her back.  "Are you planning to try for more
`all-over' tanning today, Kat?  If so, I'll need to coat the areas under
where the straps are, too, you know." As Kat simply nodded in approval, he
went ahead and removed the top of her suit and did a quick job of coating
the rest of her back, figuring that if she decided to remove the bottoms
later, she should be able to get to those areas with the lotion by herself.

   "All set?" Kat nodded.  "Okay.  I'll be working for a couple of hours in
my study in case you need anything.  Now remember, since you're out here by
yourself, no going into the pool.  If you feel like you want to jump in and
cool off, I can probably take a break in an hour or so and come out and
join you for a dip."

   "No, I just want to get some more sun, Robbie.  I'll be fine.  Dusty
will keep me company," as she scratched the young dog under his chin. 
"Dusty's tail thumped against the pool deck in absolute approval.

   When Robbie went into the kitchen about a half hour later to start
another pot of coffee, he glanced out the window over the sink to see Kat
laying on her back, eyes closed, one knee raised and languidly waving back
and forth.  Dusty's chin was resting on her tummy, Kat's hand slowly
scratching between his ears, both of them the perfect picture of
contentment.  Robbie did notice that Kat had gone ahead and divested
herself of the rest of her swimsuit, but appeared to be well oiled.  He
thought it looked like she was beginning to doze off.

   When he returned to the kitchen about fifteen minutes later to pour
himself a cup from the fresh pot of coffee, he again glanced out to check
on Kat and found that Dusty had moved, now lying on his belly between her
legs.  As Robbie watched, he saw Dusty's long tongue reach out and lap up
through the crease between Kat's legs, but the dog appeared to be .... 
aware, somehow, and was being very gentle, licking deliberately, unhurried,
as Kat continued to lay back, eyes closed, seemingly in peaceful sleep.

   `Hmmm.  Now this is interesting,' Robbie thought to himself, deciding to
perch on the counter next to the sink to drink his coffee so he could keep
an eye on the proceedings.

   Over the next few minutes, Dusty started to pick up the pace, his tongue
more quickly diving in, slobbering through the spread outer lips.  Though
her eyes remained closed, Kat's head shifted jerkily back and forth, her
restful sleep, pleasurable dreams being disturbed.  Primitive instincts had
her pelvis beginning to shift up, jutting out, receptive to the pleasures
being transmitted.

   Quietly cranking open the jalousie window over the sink, Robbie could
now hear an occasional moan.  Kat had stretched her hands down to grasp the
sides of Dusty's head, pulling him more tightly into her thrusting quim. 
"Oh Trey.  Trey!  That's so good, Trey.  Uuhhhmmm.  Oh Trey!" Now Robbie
was certain that Kat was dreaming, not aware who or what it really was,
providing her such pleasant dreams, but he didn't expect that to remain the
case for much longer, as she was becoming more animated, more frantic with
the flames being stoked between her thighs.

   Sure enough, with a loud moan, Kat's hips were lifted off the deck, her
pelvis hanging in the air suspended for nearly a full minute.  Then with
another, final grunt, her butt dropped back down.  Shaking her head as if
to clear cobwebs, she was muttering, "Oh Trey, Trey Trey!" Eyes fluttering
open, she looked down and for the first time realized that the tongue that
still swathed her crotch belonged not to Trey, but to Dusty.

   "Oh my God.  Oh my God!" Kat was trying to keep her voice under tight
control, not wanting to draw anyone else's attention to what had been
happening to her, (unaware of Robbie's silent observations,) her entire
face flushing an almost brilliant scarlet color.

   One shaking hand continued to pet Dusty's head, "good doggie.  Good
dog." While she stretched her other arm out behind her, sitting up.  Then,
without a thought to the consequences (who would?) she turned over on her
knees, reaching over to the end of the nearby lounge chair to grab her
towel and boost herself up.

   Dusty though, had other ideas.  As she turned away, presenting her rump,
he quickly climbed onto her back, front paws grabbing around her waist,
dancing his hind legs forward in preparation of mating.  Kat, still
oblivious to his intent and her imminent danger, thought Dusty was simply
playing, so her only initial reaction was to scold him.  "No Dusty.  Down
boy.  I have to go in now, Dusty.  Let me up."

   But Kat was now being poked.  Prodded by something that was pushing
against her butt, seeming to dig right into the crack between the cheeks of
her ass, slipping down and now sliding along the groove between her legs,
which was still well soaked with doggie saliva and her own natural juices.

   Dusty seemed to be bumping up against her from behind, his front legs
firmly gripping her around her waist.  "Down Dusty.  Down boy.  I have to
go in nowww, " Kat continued, sounding almost as if she was pleading with
him for understanding.  But he didn't let go, and she now felt something,
something pointed actually probing into the hole between her legs.

   She still wasn't completely sure what was happening, but she was
beginning to have a good idea as Dusty's back legs seemed to skip, hunching
himself forward and shoving his prick home into Kat's pussy.  "OHHH! 
DUSTYYY!"

   Hearing her yelp, Robbie decided he should head out to see if she wanted
his assistance to end the mating that Dusty had initiated.  By the time he
arrived and knelt down beside Kat, she was emitting steady grunting sounds
in perfect rhythm with Dusty's now frantic humping.

   "Kat!  Kat!  Are you okay, Kat?  I'll pull him off you, Sweetheart. 
It'll be all right."

   Kat continued grunting in syncopation with Dusty's thrusts.  Robbie
could barely make out that between the guttural moans, she was trying to
form words.  "Lea-lea-leave him, Rob-Rob-Robbie.  I-I-I'll be o-o-okayyyy.
Unngghhh!"

   Dusty's hindquarters were heaving now, thrusting at an impossible speed,
and Kat's accompanying moans were constant.  `Ungh - ungh - ungh.  Oh God.
Oh God Oh God.  Ungh - ungh - ungh.  Oh- oh -oh - OHH- OOOOHHHHH GODDDDDD!"

   Kat was ready to collapse and still Dusty kept pile driving into her. 
Robbie slid himself in front of her so she'd have something to hang onto,
some kind of support while the frenzied dog pressed on with his relentless
attack.

   Three more times Kat appeared to cascade into all consuming orgasms and
Robbie was concerned that she wouldn't be able to withstand any more when
Dusty clamped still tighter, pistoning his hind-quarters with lightning
rapidity until his canine weapon fired his seed up into the now overwhelmed
girl.

   Robbie saw the dripping tool as it slipped out of Kat when Dusty jumped
off of her back.  He thought it was sheer luck that the dog had not managed
to knot with her, and hoped no permanent damage had been done.  An
exhausted Kat simply collapsed on him, and he decided it would be best to
let her rest right where she was for a few minutes before taking her into
the house to clean her up.

   It was a few minutes before Kat began to stir.  When she did, Robbie
quietly bent down and asked, "Are you okay, Sweetheart?"

   "Ummm." She stretched out a little bit.  "I think so."

   "Gee, I feel kind of insulted." Kat looked up at him with heavily lidded
eyes.  "I mean, Dusty has never been that friendly with me, before." He
smiled as he bent over and tenderly kissed her cheek.  "Well that was quite
a surprise, huh?"

   "Mmm," She said quietly.  "I didn't know ....  I mean I was resting my
eyes.  I guess I dozed off, and then I was having a real nice dream, and
the next thing I knew, Dusty was all over me."

   "Did he hurt you, Sweetheart?"

   "No, not really.  It was more of a surprise than anything else.  But
then, well then, oh, this is so embarrassing ..."

   "You mean, it's embarrassing because it really started to feel good?"

   Kat silently nodded her head, yes.

   "Yeah, I could kind`a tell.  Especially when you didn't want me to try
to stop him.  So, how are you feeling now, Sweetheart?  That was kind of
intense for your first time of really having sex, not to mention a little
bit strange, that your first time was with a dog."

   "Yeah, I guess it is a little strange.  I never would have imagined that
my first time with a boy, would be with a boy dog!  But at least Dusty is a
handsome dog."

   "Yes he is, and a lucky one, too!  You didn't answer me.  Do you feel
okay?"

   "Mmmm, I think I'm a little bit sore.  Down there."

   "I'm not surprised.  I'd expect you to be a little bit sore, and a
little bit stiff after an experience like that.  You know, Trey and I have
come up with a treatment for those symptoms that she says works pretty
well. It starts off with a nice warm relaxing bubble bath in my big
whirlpool tub, followed up by a nice all over massage.  What do you think?"

   "Ooohh, that sounds nice," Kat replied, and Robbie picked her up and
carried her upstairs and into the big bathroom.

   Unsure of whether or not Kat would be able to deal with any additional
sexual penetration after her interlude with Dusty, once she had spent
plenty of time in the warm whirlpool, Robbie carried her in and stretched
her out on his massage table to give her a full, relaxing massage.

   Using plenty of oil and making sure that the stimulation pads beneath
her chest and pelvis were set at their lowest levels, Robbie used all of
his skills to give Kat the most relaxing, soothing yet sensual massage he
knew how to do.  He limited his work on her inner thighs to simply making
certain that he worked out any lingering soreness and, though he did work
his fingers around the outside of her vaginal area, he rubbed only enough
to be sure that she wasn't experiencing any discomfort.



   Chapter 2

   When it was time for bed, Kat asked Robbie if she could sleep in his
bed, since Trey's room felt so lonely.  Robbie welcomed her into bed with
him, letting her head rest on his chest as she fell into a deep peaceful
sleep.  Several hours later, Robbie awakened to a gentle thrusting
sensation, discovering that in their sleep, he and Kat had taken up the
natural and comfortable spoon position, with his top arm loosely draped
over her tummy.  What had awakened him was Kat quietly humping her rump
back against his midsection.

   Although only half erect, apparently his cock still provided enough
stimulation that in her sleep, Kat was attempting to rub herself against
him.  Gently, trying not to fully awaken her, Robbie lifted Kat's upper leg
and pulled it back to rest across his upper leg, so that his stiffening
shaft would provide more direct stimulation against her crease.

   Kat was wearing another one of the `baby-doll' nighties with sheer silky
bottoms, and Robbie, as usual, had on only a loose pair of nylon jogging
shorts which he pushed down far enough to free his cock, so Kat's gentle
humping soon had Robbie's now fully erect shaft sliding back and forth
through her rapidly dampening and increasingly slick crease.

   As the pace of her thrusts and her breathing quickened, Robbie heard Kat
faintly murmuring, "good doggie.  Good Dusty." Robbie simply let Kat enjoy
her wet dream as she masturbated both of them with her undulating pelvis.
He had just begun to spurt his release when he felt Kat shiver and freeze
up for just a moment before again relaxing and returning to a slow, gentle
rhythm.

   Robbie didn't know whether Kat had any further wet dreams that night, or
himself for that matter; he just hoped she wouldn't be too upset by finding
the sticky mess between her legs upon awakening this morning.

   She didn't appear to be.  While Robbie had another couple of hours of
work to do in his study in the morning, he told her that he'd join her
outside in the afternoon so they could both enjoy the pool.  Kat spent the
morning catching some more sun.  And, although Robbie didn't actually see
them this time, he suspected that Kat and Dusty enjoyed another mating.

   In the kitchen to refresh his cup of coffee, he glanced outside and saw
Kat reclining on her back with Dusty's head resting on her stomach.  She
was lazily scratching him between his ears, and Robbie couldn't help
noticing the flushed appearance and the slight satisfied smile.  Plus, she
was now wearing the bottom of her swimsuit, which he knew she had removed
when she had first gone out.

   Before heading back to his study, Robbie stuck his head out and asked,
"everything set, Kat?  You need anything?"

   ""No, thanks Robbie.  I'm fine.  Everything is just fine," Kat responded
rather dreamily, without really even lifting her head to look at him.

   "Hmmm.  Methinks Kat has found herself a boyfriend.  Or at the very
least, a `fuck-buddy', Robbie mused to himself as he returned to work.

   Robbie and Lindsey spoke by phone each evening, so she could give him an
update on her father-in-law's condition (Trey's Grandfather) and on when
they'd be returning.  He wanted to know whether he should cancel the pool
party that was now only a couple of days away, but Lindsey told him to
wait. Mr.  Morse seemed to be doing much better, and they might be able to
come home by Friday.

   It turned out that Mr.  Morse was allowed to return home on Friday, so
Lindsey and Trey planned to return to their new house on Saturday, after
making sure that Grammy Morse would be all right taking care of him. 
Lindsey told Robbie to go ahead with the party on Friday, and she and Trey
would join them when they got back into town on Saturday.





   It was about 2:00 pm on Friday when Robbie picked up Kat and the other
four girls for the long weekend pool-party and sleepover.  He was surprised
to find that the girls seemed to be much more animated now than they had
been when they all attended Trey's birthday party just a couple of months
ago.

  
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   (Robbie would come to appreciate Trey's judgment about people,
especially when it came to choosing friends.  When he had first met these
girls, he had wondered how Trey, the high-spirited, life-loving girl he had
come to love would have any thing in common with the solemn, serious girls
he had met at that event.

   It turns out that when Trey and her mom had moved into town and Trey
first started attending her new school, her classmates didn't know what to
make of her.  She was vibrant and dynamic in a way that the other kids had
never seen before.  But it didn't take long for the rest of the students to
want to learn what it was about Trey that made her stand out.

   There were a total of about 350 students that attended the church /
school, grades one through twelve, each grade having between thirty and
thirty-five students, evenly split between boys and girls.  The five girls
Trey had befriended included two, Kat and Danni in the next grade above
her, eighth, Angie and Lisa who were both entering seventh grade with Trey,
and Stephanie who was just entering sixth grade.

   Trey somehow seemed to have a natural instinct about choosing her
friends, as her `bestest friend in the whole world, Kat' had proven.  These
other four girls, too were all standing at the precipice of womanhood and
harboring deeply rooted desires to break free of the shackles that had
constrained their behavior over the years as they'd grown up in the
confining atmosphere of their church / school.  The other four girls too
had also noted a major change in Kat's `character' since she'd stayed with
Trey for two weeks earlier in the summer.  She was more confident and
outgoing, she just seemed more `alive'.

   They didn't know exactly what it was, but they wanted to be more like
Trey and Kat themselves.  When Kat had been speaking with them about the
pool party and sleepover earlier this week, she had told them that if they
really wanted to `grow up', to gain the kind of joyful love of life that
appealed to them, they should prepare themselves and be open to some new
experiences this weekend when they came to the sleepover.)

  
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   The first major shock the girls had to deal with was when Kat suggested
they may want to shed the full-coverage, one-piece bathing suits they had
brought with them and instead try out some of the suits that Trey and Kat
had been modeling for Robbie.  But after another discussion about how they
had all expressed a desire to stretch out and discover life outside of
their to-date very restrictive upbringing, all four girls began to
carefully sort though the variety of swimsuits, each girl finally settling
on her choice.

   The simple acts of choosing and donning the daring, revealing bikinis
was by itself exciting enough that each of the girls was sporting visibly
erect nipples by the time they clustered together out on the pool deck. 
The girls included Stephanie, the youngest at 11 ½; Angela, 12 ½; Lisa,
also 12 ½; and Danni, who had turned 13 at the beginning of the month.

   Since there were now a total of five girls who were going to be in and
around the pool, Robbie thought it was important for him to be right
outside to make sure none of the girls got into any difficulty (not that he
considered it an unpleasant task!) All of them indicated that they at least
knew the basics of how to swim, so he told the girls to go ahead and have
fun, and they should try to forget he was even there, to just sound off if
they needed or wanted anything.

   There was something about Angie and Stephanie that nagged at Robbie's
consciousness, but he couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what it was.
He decided to just keep a discreet eye on them without drawing any
particular attention to them or to himself.

   Climbing in and out of the water as needed to keep himself cooled off in
the late summer heat, Robbie made sure that snacks and beverages were kept
stocked.  He was amazed at the change he had already detected in the girls'
behavior; somehow they had already managed to shed the rigidly controlled,
almost robotic persona's they had displayed when he had first met them at
Trey birthday party only a few short weeks earlier.

   Jumping down into the water again, Rob was using a leisurely overhead
crawl stroke to take a couple of short laps from one side of the pool to
the other when Danni caught up to him at the far side of the pool and asked
if he could help her with something.  "Sure, sweetie.  What can I do for
you?"

   "Do you know how to do the breast stroke," Danni asked him?  When he
nodded, yes, she continued, "I've been trying to learn how to do it, and I
think I've got the hand and arm part down pretty well, but I'm having
trouble with the leg part.  Do you think you could help me?"

   "I sure can try, Sweetie.  Let's move down to the other end so we'll be
out of everyone else's way." When they got down closer to the shallow end,
Robbie had her bend over to show him the technique she had learned for the
arm part of the stroke, and he agreed that she had pretty well mastered
that.

   Robbie then had Danni grab onto the edge of the pool with her hands and
extend her legs out behind her, so he could watch as she attempted to
execute the `frog' kick and saw that she indeed was having trouble
coordinating her feet and legs to achieve the proper kicking motion.

   "Okay.  I think I see the problem," Robbie told her.  "What I want you
to do is keep hanging on to the side of the pool like you've been doing,
and I'm going to slide one arm under your waist like this," reaching under
her tummy and holding onto her opposite hip, "and then I'm going to reach
back here ...  no, wait.  First I'm going to grab your knee and with this
other hand I'm going to hold this foot.  Are you with me?"

   "Mm-hm."

   "Okay, what I need you to do, and that's what I'm going to help you
with, is I need you to flex your knee out as if you are doing a `squat'. 
So here, we're going to pull your knee out like this while I push your foot
up until it pretty much touches your butt, like this," Robbie explained
while putting her through the motion.  "Just like this.  This is how you
want your feet and legs at the top of each kick.  Got it, Sweetie?"

   "I think so."

   "Okay, I'm going to move around, over here, so we can do the same thing
with your other leg, okay?" From this side, Robbie could also keep his eyes
on the other girls at the same time to make sure that no one was drowning!

   Hmmm.  A discreet glance told him that Angie and Stephanie remained
close, Now they were standing, Stephanie leaning against the small 3'1/2 to
4 foot support for the diving board, Angie was standing right behind her.
Right behind her.  Close.  Pretty much so Stephanie's back was touching
Angie's front, all the way from ankle to shoulder.  Stephanie's face wore
an expression that seemed to say, "I really don't know what's going on but
I think I like it."

   They didn't really appear to be doing anything, but something still
looked a little odd to Robbie.  Then he noticed Angie's hands were both
resting lightly at Stephanie's hips, and both girls were nearly
imperceptively rocking back and forth.  Hmmmm.  Curiouser and curiouser. 
He'd continue to keep a surreptitious watch on their activities.  But at
the moment, he had his hands full, literally, with Danni, trying to help
her learn to do the frog kick.

   After a couple of flexes now with her other leg, it was time to see if
Danni could get both legs to work right at the same time.  Now he slid his
lead arm under her waist; well, maybe just slightly below her waist.  He
could feel the rise of her pubic mound as it rested across his wrist and
forearm, while his other hand stretched out to the sole of her foot. 
"Okay, let's try it now.  Both legs together.  Good, Danni, that was great!
Let's try it again.  Good, sweetie!  You're doing great!  Now let's just
practice by repeating it over and over until it feels right and until you
think you can do it naturally."

   He began to withdraw his arm from underneath Dannie's midsection.  "Oh
no!  Please," Danni complained, "don't move.  You're helping me."

   "I don't think you need me helping you now while you're holding onto the
side of the pool."

   "I feel safer when you're helping me.  Can you hold me for just a little
bit longer?"

   "No problem, Sweetie.  You just keep practicing."

   Robbie's forearm continued rubbing on Danni's pubis.  He noticed she
didn't flinch as he slid his hand lower, inch by inch, while at the same
time bringing that thumb into play to scribe light, lazy circles across the
face of her mound.  His other hand, sliding from the bottom of her foot, up
along the outside of Danni's leg was now beginning to slide up and down
along the top of her thigh.

   Robbie sensed that Danni was aware and in fact beginning to actively
participate, as she slowed the practicing of her frog kick while pressing
her pudenda more firmly onto his hand.  Although very subtle, Robbie could
tell that the slight undulations she was making in her pelvic area were
intended to drive her mound more directly onto his fingers.

   He slid his lower hand still further up until his fingers dipped right
into her crotch while he moved his other hand right onto the center of her
pubis.  Now Danni was actively grinding, down and back in order to achieve
maximum tingle from both hands.  When his lower fingers began to rub up and
down along one side of her crease, she was unable to completely squelch her
inadvertent groan.

   "Is that nice, Danni?  You like that?" Robbie whispered into her ear,
now sliding the upper hand back up her torso and back and forth across the
base of her swelling breasts."

   "MMMmmm." Simple moan as she continued to twist her body harder into his
grasp.

   Quickly scanning to make sure the others weren't paying undue attention,
Robbie again bent close and whispered, "Keep practicing your kicking,
Danni. Does this feel good, Sweetie?  Do you want me to keep doing this?"

   "MMMmmm.  Oh Yeah, mmmmm." Danni was trying to keep her rhythmic moans
as quiet as possible while humping with growing urgency against Robbie's
fingers.

   "You've done this before, haven't you, Sweetie?" Dannie grunted and
nodded in confirmation.  "When did you do this before?"

   "Unngghhh.  With Uncle Mark.  Mmmnnn!"

   "Oh, with Uncle Mark, huh?"

   MMmm-hmmm.  Unnggghhh." Thrusting.  Humping.  "Unngghhhh." Teeth gritted
with strain, eyes tightly shut.

   What else have you done with Uncle Mark, Sweetie?"

   "Uunnnggghhh.  Vampire - unnggghhh!  Vampire game.  Uunnggghh."

   "Vampire game?  What's that, Danni?"

   "Unngghh.  Have to unggghhh, have to showwww you.  Unggghhh."

   "Okay, sweetie.  Show me."

   "Have to unnnggghhh.  Have to get outttttt.  Mmmmnnnn."

   "Okay, we'll wait till we get out.  Are you close?"

   "Unngghh.  Uunnngghhhh.  Uunnggghhhh.  UUNNNGgghhhh." With one final,
nearly suppressed moan, Danni tightened up, squeezing her legs together to
trap his hand, pulling her knees up underneath her for just a few seconds
while she rode out her climax.

   They remained in the pool for a few more minutes, letting Danni catch
her breath and allowing Robbie's stiffness to begin to dissipate.  He also
took the time to glance around to make sure no one had drowned.  Again, he
couldn't help but notice Angie and Stephanie.

   Obviously attempting to remain inconspicuous and believing they were
unobserved, yet Robbie could clearly tell that Angie was now pressing the
flats of both hands against the edges of Stephanie's mound, in time with
the rhythm of their subtle rocking back and forth.

   "My, my, what have we here," thought Robbie?  "A little frottage?  Angie
is trying to get off by humping herself against Stephanie's butt, while at
the same time trying to bring Steph off with her by rubbing around - if not
on - her pubis."

   "She's humping her," thought Robbie.  "By God, that's what she's doing!
I thought there was something going on!  " Stephanie still wore the
confused expression but her heavy lidded eyes gave away the enjoyment her
body was experiencing.

   Danni was now pretty well recovered from her exertions and taking him by
the hand, she led Robbie to one of the lounge chairs that was set a little
bit off to the side.  Making sure the chair was oriented to allow him to
keep an eye on the others, especially Angie and Steph, he inquired, "we're
going to play the vampire game now, right?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "How do we play?"

   "First, I put you under my spell, You are hypnotized when you look into
my eyes," she told him, staring daggers as if to steal his very soul. 
"Then, when my fangs grow out, I have to bite your neck and suck out all of
your blood."

   Without breaking her hypnotic eye contact, Danni approached closer,
slowly waving her hands in front of his face in order to complete the
trance.  Just as her Uncle Mark had done, Robbie's head dropped back,
confirming that he was now `under her spell'.

   Straddling his legs, she perched her bum as far up as she could at the
top of Robbie's thighs, tilting her face up so that she could bite into his
neck with her `vampire teeth'.  To reach his neck, she had to stretch up,
plastering the front of her body against his.

   With Robbie wearing nothing but another pair of his thin, nylon running
shorts and Danni in the daringly cut bikini (which of course Robbie had
carefully removed the crotch lining from) they both took in a quiet gasp of
air as they felt the still swollen lips of Danni's pussy surround the shaft
of Robbie's reawakened cock.

   Stretching further to sink her vampire fangs into Robbie's neck, Danni
grabbed his hands and purposefully placed them onto the firm globes of her
ass.  "Now you have to hold me tight while I suck your blood, because you
are under my power," she explained in her best Dracula imitation.

   Robbie took the invitation she had given him to `hold her tight' as she
had placed his hands onto her buttocks, to do exactly that, firmly pressing
her groin down onto the length of his penis.  Under his hands he could feel
her flexing the cheeks of her butt and beginning to use her knees to
leverage her quim up and down along his shaft.

   "Is this okay," he whispered into her ear?  "Is this what I'm supposed
to do?" Robbie too was now beginning to gasp.

   "Yes.  Uh-huh.  Mmmmm.  Yes." Her humping becoming more agitated, still
worked up from her earlier `tickle' session in the pool, Danni was quickly
reaching her crisis point for her second climax within just a very short
time.  Her breath was coming in short gasps, her hips in frantic motion.

   Robbie's fingertips dropped into the juncture between her legs as he
continued to press her pelvis firmly against his cock.  With the forefinger
from each hand, he started to gently rub the two edges of her swollen pussy
lips as she urgently attempted to press her crease harder onto his shaft,
feeling the slickness of her lubricating juices.

   "Ungh.  Ungh.  Ungh.  Ungh." Her pace quickening.  "Ungh.  Ungh.  Ungh.
Ungh." Moaning louder.  "Ungh.  Ungh.  Ungh.  Ungh." She was there.  He
knew she was there as her mouth rose from his neck in preparation to scream
out her delight, he muzzled her by clamping his mouth over hers and hearing
her sounds resonate inside himself.

   Joining her in the final climax, it was more than a few seconds before
Robbie was able to glance around to check on the others.  Although no one
appeared to have been paying any attention to he and Danni, he could see
that the two of them were not the only ones to have enjoyed a thrilling
sexual release.

   Angie and Steph were still locked tightly together but now vibrating in
the final throes of what appeared to be a very satisfying interlude of
their own.  Both of Angela's hands were firmly pressing directly into the
front of Stephanie's pubic mound, the fingers on the bottom hand cupped
under and quite literally strumming at the base of her pubis.  Suddenly
standing tall, Stephanie was the first to stiffen, quiver, then stiffen
again, quickly followed by Angie with a final firm thrust into Stephanie's
ass, holding it, holding, nearly falling over before finding a lounge chair
of their own to collapse into.

   "You and Uncle Mark have some really fun games that you play, don't
you," Rob asked Danni?

   "Mm-hm!  Want to play some others?'

   "Maybe later, Sweetheart.  I need to start getting things together for
dinner for all you guys, first."