The Maddening Afternoon At The Swimming Pool

Summary

“Peter, is my form alright?”

I was teaching my goddaughter, Irene Anderson, the right form for swimming in the pool.

When she bent over, her behind accidentally bumped into my groin.

It felt as if an electric current had run through me.

What made me more excited was how unfamiliar she was with swimming. She floundered around until her bikini bottom fell off.

I rushed over to help her. However, she struggled terribly as she tried to hug me, and our hips were tightly pressed together.

Meanwhile, her biological father was looking at us from the side.