Lying on the chaise and thinking about it, Terri's little twat was getting all hot and itchy like it had last night when Troy held her in his arms. Reaching down and inserting her finger beneath the crotch of her bikini, the teen began lightly scratching her itching twat.

"My God!" gasped Duane as they watched the youngster from their upstairs window. "The hot little bitch is fingering herself."

"Shit, she's cute," Brenda giggled. "She even turns me on."

Lying on the chaise, Terri vividly recalled how she and Troy had lingered for a long while with that deep kiss while his hands roamed all over her body, up and down her back, over her hips and bottom and then back up again. He was passionately touching her everywhere while their slippery tongues snaked around in each other's hot open mouths.

The pretty girl was trembling on the lounge as she recalled how his strong hands had slowly lifted her sweater. She could still feel his fingers pushing up under her bra, moving over her big quivering tits and gently squeezing her erect young nipples that seemed to explode at his touch.

That was the first time Terri's naked flesh had ever been touched by hands other than her own. The tender touch of his kneading fingers on her swollen tittie-buds had sent a hot wave of excitement surging through her body. She'd let out a little gasp when he released her tits, and he reached down and stroked his hands up the smooth naked thighs beneath her skirt.

"Oooooooooh, Troy!" she'd moaned with delight as his thick middle finger slipped beneath the leg opening of her brief little bikini panties and plunged into the hot slippery softness of her sweet young slit.

Half crazed with this delicious new sensation, Terri had squirmed her twat up tight around his deeply-embedded finger.