Sweetwater's ochre cheeks flushed softly as she watched the two smaller girls undress.<br/><br/>Slowly she knelt on the other side of the fountain, where she could enjoy the site of them both, and tool a sip of the clear, clean water.<br/><br/>Cool, liquid life rushed through her ovheaeted body, and she gave a quite but delighted giggle.  She quickly pulled the coppery link strap off of one shoulder and pushed it down the side of her chest, so that even more of the top of her large, round, pert breast was bare, down to the upper curve of her aureola.  She repeated this on the other side, then reached behind herself to unhook the chainmail bikini and let her breasts spill free.  Full and round, they were, high and proud, but large enough to hint at falling forewards under their own weight.  Each one a double handful to either of the girls across the pool, though she often dreamed that Sandharrow could fit most of her breast into his huge, strong hand.<br/><br/>She shimmied out of the chainlink miniskirt to bare a pair of fiery red silk panties beneath, and pulled of her boots.  Perched on the side of the pool in this state, she observed the girls for a long moment, then reverantly cupped the water in her hands and brought it to her chest, letting the rivulets run down her ochre melons, droplets touching nipples as red as her black-cherry lips.<br/>