What happened next took us all completely by surprise, including Lisa herself. Milf sex With a grin, Emily did likewise, reaching down to hoist off her little panties and hurl them aside, before she was manhandled – or woman-handled: for Lisa was swimming menacingly towards the younger girl evidently with designs on her underwear. Now from this angle, in profile, Emily came into her own, the sweat gathered from the uphill exertions having coated her chest and glazed the tight white top. The look was complemented by a pair of high cut denim shorts. The three of us offered to help that afternoon, but were summarily turned down and ordered to enjoy ourselves. Treading water a few feet away, she took the plunge, shoulders then head submerging. Glancing furtively from Lisa to Emily for signs of malice, there appeared to be none, though little bonhomie either.
