I also felt a hand on my knee, which couldn’t have been Ana’s (for she had only two), and therefore must have been Vicky’s. I think I did. Unfortunately, Dannii didn’t give me any chance to enjoy the moment, for she pushed Vicky away and laid down in front of me, threw her legs up and grabbed my dick, only to put it right on the verge of her still soaking pussy. Dannii made sure I was fucking Vicky hard enough, pushing my hips forward with every thrust. She screamed so loud even the people down by the pool must have heard it. Their daughters giggled and whispered words that teens use a lot (like omg and wtf and things of that sort). I don’t want to over-romantify things, but this was one of those kisses you never forget. But seriously, when a cute girl asks you to sit with her and her bikini-wearing friends, there’s no saying no. “My turn!”
I made use of this changing of the guards to sit up and not be in the submissive position I was in with Ana. Vicky, much like during the kiss on the beach, was a lot less patient, and a lot less delicate, too.
