Valla laughed with Tommy, coyly brushing a wet strand of hair off her forehead. He saw her trying to spy her figure through the water and she didn't shy away, hoping that he liked what he could almost see. A youth spent working on the farm had made her body hard, but not too hard, she always tried to maintain.<br/><br/>She liked it when he came back to her, pulling her tight, kissing her. She felt his hands on her hips, his manhood pressing against her inner thighs. She let her own hands drop and caress his hips, allowing them to slide back to his luscious rear.