Poolside With My Daughter’s Friend Amy

Rick’s daughter Amy had been coming over to use our pool since she met my daughter Sara in the third grade. I’ve watched her grow up, and out, along with my daughter. Rick’s wife and mine are both very well endowed and passed that on to our girls.

I’ve been a very bad dad and couldn’t keep my nasty thoughts in check. My wife knows that if I’m watching the girls at the pool in the afternoon, she’s in for a royal fuck that evening.

I even think she has taken to buying Sara more and more revealing swim suits over the years. When I talked to her about it one evening in the after glow of some excellent sex, she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. I warned her that she might take it too far one day, and I’m only human. She snuggled up against me and threw one leg over mine, hunching what should have been her sated sex against my thigh.

The words out of her mouth as she drifted off to sleep while wrapped around me gave me another hardon. “That’s ok, I always had a crush on my daddy too.”

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When Amy showed up that afternoon, I had to tell her that Sara and her mother left to visit my mother-in-law.

She pouted, and asked why she couldn’t swim anyway. I said sure and made us a pitcher of lemonade while she changed.

When she came out of the bathroom, I almost dropped the pitcher. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit, but it was too small for her and had a very famous cartoon mouse on it. Obviously it was for a younger girl than Amy. She had also braided her long hair into two pigtails to keep them out of way while she swam, adding to the little girl effect. Sexy, curvy little girl with large knockers!

She looked down where her breasts were almost falling out of the sides and where it pulled up very tight against her crotch.

“My aunt brought this back from (NAME OF FAMOUS MOUSE BASED THEME PARK). She still thinks I’m twelve.” She giggled, sending ripples through her body that threatened to dislodge her barely covered breasts.