<div class="floatleft">(https://www.urbasm.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Elizabeth-Turner-bikini.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backyard<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Energetic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Daddy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste beamed, looking quite pleased with herself. "That's what you get." She told Mar in a self-satisfied tone. Almost patronizing. Like she was the Daddy here, Mar her little girl:<em>Mess with me, this is what happens!</em>It might have been disrespectful, if it wasn't so obviously absurd.<br/><br/>She eased her grip when Mar relaxed into her arms, no longer fearing retribution. Not that even her tightest grip could have prevented Daddy from breaking free. Might have slowed her down a little, though. Celeste leaned into her, losing herself for a moment in the strength of the other woman's body. She didn't mind so much being soaked now; it let her appreciate Mar's warmth all the more.<br/><br/>With her guard down, she didn't see the next attack coming, not until Daddy slipped the hose into her swimsuit bottoms. By then it was too late; it had always been too late. So this was what happened when<em>she</em>messed with Mar. Freezing cold water, the most sensitive part of her body. Not a great combination. Celeste gasped, felt her eyes bulging. She meant to scream, but when she opened her mouth discovered that she had no breath left in her lungs to make a sound. Like she'd been plunged into an icy river.<br/><br/>Dancing from foot to foot, she put both hands over her groin, bent over at the waist. "Daddy!" She finally managed, reached out to swipe at the hose. But Mar was already out of reach. Celeste giggled, stamping her foot. "You're such a<em>bully</em>"<br/><br/>As if on cue, Mar raised the hose to her, threatening another spar. Celeste pointed an outstretched at her chest. "I don't think--" Her refusal turned into a squeal when a new spurt of water shot passed her. Celeste jumped to the side, away from it, even though it wasn't anywhere close to her. "Someone might see, though!" She protested, covering up her breasts, as if they were already exposed. It wasn't likely anyone<em>would</em>see. They had ample privacy here in their yard. But they<em>were</em>outside. Celeste looked around, as if searching for any spying eyes. Then back to Mar.