Thirty Five

Lenora

Later that evening, Mariselle and I went swimming. She led me upstairs into her surprisingly huge bedroom, where I changed into my turquoise bikini with white floral patterns, resembling a tropical paradise. It was my favorite bikini, and I loved the side strings.

"Oof! Girl your banging booty is so hot that it can't melt ice. Be glad there's no man in sight to gawk at that load on your backside," Mariselle giggled as she slipped on a yellow bikini that looked like an upside-down sun. "Remind me to never let Regé see you in a bikini."

There was no man in sight? What about her dad, my absolute fantasy, the only one capable of making explosive currents run through me? The one I badly wanted to fuck.

Downstairs, CJ was nowhere to be found, and it was a bummer that he wouldn't see me in my bikini.

I wanted him to see all of me. To be able to look at me like he did that night he ate me behind the club with his eyes lingering on my bare skin.

Unfortunately, he was busy with his stu