Incredible ChangesChapter 148: Sun And Fun free porn video

It was great fun having Mary on my back when I ran to the beach before jumping into the lake.

Mary and I played around in the shallow water until I saw Molly was heading back this way. When she got close I jumped over to grab her legs as she swam by. I knew she was going to fight me as soon as her legs started to tense. I didn’t let her go. Instead I pulled her where I could get her over my shoulder and walked us to shore. If she didn’t have millions of ways to get loose going through her head she would have screamed.

When I got over to where I had dropped our bags I set her on her feet and pointed to a spot on the ground. She was giving me as dirty of a look as she could manage. I could see her face showing the slightest hint of a pout, but no one else would recognize it.

She can get mad all she wants, but I’m not letting her get burned.

I was happy that when I put her towel over her shoulder she started drying off.

From her bag I got out the waterproof SPF 30. She didn’t flinch one bit as I started at her back and worked down to her feet. She opened her legs a bit as I started back up the front. When I got about to her pussy she put her foot on my knee to give me access. I made sure I got the insides of both of her thighs very well and that got lotion on both sides of her mound when she put her legs together. I rubbed a bit over her clit before working the rest of the way up at the same speed as I had been going all along. When I put another blob in my hands I noticed I had a lot of people watching us. Acting like I didn’t know they were looking I worked up her stomach, chest, breasts, and her neck. I did both arms and then switched to SPF50 for her face. I offered it to her. With a shake of her head she used her hands to pull her hair back from her face and closed her eyes. I did her face everywhere but her eyelids. As soon as I had her ears covered she waved bye to me and sprinted toward the diving board. Once she was standing on it she tested the bounce before going all the way to the back. She took four or five long strides before jumping up to get a good bounce and then arching up and out toward the water to dive into it. Her hands pierced the surface and spread slightly before she disappeared into the water with a barely discernible splash. Molly surfaced about twenty yards away to start swimming as gracefully as she had been when I grabbed her legs.

Once she was almost out of sight, at least from where I was on the shore, I started to hear people talking and moving around me.

Wow. She entranced them all as much as she does at my house when she swims in our pool.

I was brought out of my trance by a girl, who was maybe six, asking me, “David. That is your name, right? Why did you rub lotion all over that girl? Boys aren’t supposed to touch girl’s private places, not even in private. You did it right in front of everyone.”

“Because if I hadn’t, my friend Molly would get sunburned all over, even her private places,” I told her in a normal tone of voice. “She has autism. Her brain is different them most people’s and it doesn’t the same as yours and mine. Molly will be out there swimming until she gets hungry. She swims a lot.”

“But she let you touch her private places,” she replied.

Smiling, I asked her “Does your mom or dad put sun block all over you, even your private places?”

She had to think a second before nodding.

“What about a big brother or sister?”

She nodded again.

“Well I’m kind of like a big brother to Molly even though we are the same age. She wants to swim. While she knows she needs sun block to not get sunburned, all the stuff she needs to do to swim gracefully and fast is all that is on her mind. If I gave her the lotion to do it herself she would put some on herself, but probably not enough to keep from burning,” I told her. “Plus, I’m the only person she lets touch her. Her mom said Molly didn’t even let anyone in her family touch her. She will let one of her little siblings into her lap when they are crying, but they know not to just climb up in her lap unless she lets them.”

“Oh, ok,” she said when she got it into her head. “Will you put sun block on me?”

“Sure.”

This is a test and even the little girl knows it.

She ran to get a bottle of sun block from her mom. After she got a nod the girl ran back over to me.

I got a big blob in my hands and rubbed them together. I did both of her arms and then worked it down over her back. I got more on my hands and rubbed down her butt before turning her around. After getting the outsides of her thighs, I had her part her legs a bit. Before she could even think I might touch her, in a bad way, between the legs I was already at her foot. I did the other leg just as quickly. Starting back at her shoulders I worked down her front. I got all the way down between her hips down to right above where her slit started. I did her face and ears too. I then took her hand to put a tiny bit on her fingers.

“You get to do between your legs. No way am I going to get you mad at me because some got inside you down there and made it burn. I’m not a girl so I don’t have any idea how to do it right,” I told her, and then in a slightly quieter voice I said, “Besides Molly you are the second naked girl I have touched.”

Well touched all over, today, on the beach. That is all I want anyone to hear anyway.

I knew what was coming and didn’t complain a bit. On boys I would stop two inches above their dicks. Any boys old enough to have hair on their dicks I would do their back and face, but that was it. For girls I would do everywhere down to about an inch above where their mound started to split. It didn’t matter if a girl had pubic hair or not. Of course, I did draw the line at girls that were already, or almost, women. I would get their backs, arms, legs to mid-thigh, butts, faces, shoulders and stomachs, but boobs and anything below their hip bones were theirs to do.

The only exception for any of them was if they had sun block or suntan lotion in the spray bottle. I still wouldn’t spray anywhere near a girl’s pussy, but everywhere else was fine. I sprayed it on my fingers to get their faces.

By the time I was done, the boys had lost their boners and girls were completely getting turned off. The place in my head really helped calm the very concerned parents around me.

Doesn’t hurt that with me up on my knees my dick was hanging down limply like a wet cannoli noodle on a eunuch.

Once my chore was done I started to head down toward the water. Off on one side of the beach were a bunch of teenage girls working on their all over tans. My goggles showed that four of them were right on the edge of burning. I didn’t even ask them as I picked up a bottle of sun block next to one of them and worked it from their shoulders down to the backs of their feet. I didn’t do anything to keep them from getting turned on. Only one did, though. My rubbing their backs as I worked the lotion in put them all to sleep.

I wiped my hand off on the edge of one of their towels before going to play around in the water with the other kids.

We had been playing chicken, with only girls being allowed on my shoulders, Marco Polo, keep away and even a bit of water volleyball. While I was hanging out talking with some of the boys and girls my age, the little girl from breakfast came over near me. I saw her duck under water and then felt a tiny hand on my dick. I gently reached down to pull her hand off, put a hand under her armpit, and lifted her out of the water far enough that I could put her tiny butt on my hand.

“Hey now. I told you at breakfast to look all you want, but my penis is hands off,” I told her before launching her skinny body about three feet up in the air and probably five out.

She let out an ear-piercing scream from the time her butt left my hand all the way until she made a huge splash. I noticed her dive under the water to head right towards me again. Before she could get to me I grabbed her hips to toss her up in the air enough that I could get my hand under her butt again. This time as she sailed through the air she was giggling.

Now I have done it.

It didn’t take long to get mobbed by the little kids to get me to throw them too. Surprisingly some of the boys and girls I had been talking to started to toss kids away from us. Some of the fathers who came to throw their own kids ended up tossing any kid that got close. I noticed that most of the girls that had started to develop would squirm as I got my hand on their butts to push them off. More than once they opened their legs so my fingers ended up right on their pussies. A few boys did it as well. I was worried that they were just doing it to me since I was new here, but then I noticed they were doing it to the other girls and boys too.

I felt someone coming up behind me and was reaching back to grab them so I could toss them too when I saw it was Molly. She pointed to her stomach and mouth, then my stomach and mouth before pulling me after her.

The idea of lunchtime sounded good to most of the people around me too, so they all headed out to dry off too.

Back at the cabin Molly shot me a message that we needed to find a nice private place to go walk after lunch.

Enough said.

At lunch Molly was sort of herded over to a table with some other kids eating.

Someone is used to being a sheep dog.

Two were putting food in their mouths, but didn’t seem to really be paying much attention to what was going on. Three of them were doing gestures a lot like what Molly did with me. I had the place in my head link to my goggles and asked to see what may be up with them. Four of them had some form of autism that was confirmed by at multiple psychologists. Two of the three that were gesturing were said to be highly functional. It explained that this meant they could talk and didn’t have any issues with people touching them, well, other than they loved it and went out of their way to get felt up. The third didn’t have any autism or other issues. He was just super hyper. The medicines he was taking made his brain slow way down and messed with his energy level so much he was a zombie most of the time. The goggles said they were sending that data to Molly since she would figure out the exact natural substances would cancel out the meds in him right now and give him what he needed to keep him from being so hyper.

Why not just teach him to masturbate?

My goggles heard my thoughts and replied that he already knew how very well. It was just that the meds would let him get hard and feel great for a few seconds before he wouldn’t even be able to remember that he was doing it or even why.

The last two had a whole different type of autism than Molly. All five were still over there when Molly came back to their table with some sort of red drink that she handed to the boy that was on all the meds. He drank it all down as fast as he could without saying a word. About five minutes later he bolted from his seat. I saw a girl get up quickly from a table near me to go chase after him, but she stopped when she got to the door. The goggles showed me that he was already out of sight and running hard toward a block of bathrooms.

“Molly made him a drink to purge his body. She was very thoughtful to add peppermint and ginger so he wouldn’t have the toxins coming out both ends at the same time,” my goggles told me.

When I looked back over at the table I could see Molly had the attention of the two autistic kids that had been staring off into space. She was going through the various patterns I recognized as being in the Molly Speaks app. Neither of the two kids seemed to have any response to them. After she had the pattern on that she liked best I watched her fingers flying over her tablet. In a few minutes she started going through patterns I hadn’t seen before. They didn’t even have any of the “feel” of the other ones when I looked at them and appeared to be slowed down a lot from the others too. There was one I found I could sort of read, but it was too far away to be sure. She hit on one pattern that caused the kid next her to stare at the tablet as his head moved around in odd little twitching movements. Molly did something to the pattern and the kid looked like he was now reading a book. Molly used her phone to send messages to her tablet. The boy started touching around on her tablet and I heard her phone ding as they talked back and forth.

Molly put her arms around the boy when he pulled her into a hug. I could see tears running down his face. The girl opposite of him had picked up Molly’s tablet without asking and started flipping through the dozens of patterns that must have been from other autistic people who had submitted them for her to use in the next version. The girl didn’t seem to see any that worked for her. I watched her tap on Molly’s shoulder to get her attention. The girl mimed something so Molly did something that changed the screen into what appeared to be normal text. I watched the girl start tapping all over the place on the tablet’s virtual keyboard and then I saw a pattern come up. She turned the tablet all around for a few minutes, but then was back on the text screen.

While that girl kept tapping and working different patterns, Molly and the boy had turned to face each other, each with one leg on either side of the bench. After a few seconds he climbed up into her lap and they locked their arms around one another. Soon both were in perfect sync as they rocked back and forth together.

“I see your friend is over at the special kids table,” a boy said as he sat down across from me. “So, does she put out or is she one of the ones that freaks out royally when someone touches her except kids like her?”

I didn’t want to start anything, since I felt myself wanting to beat the stupidity out of him, so I said calmly, “Well you just sat down at a table for special kids too. Every single one of us are special. Some just so happen to be special in ways that we don’t understand. I had no clue about autism until I met Molly. The four kids at the table with her are all autistic to some degree. If you went and talked to the two closest to us you wouldn’t be able tell there is something different about them other than they like to be quiet. Well, that isn’t exactly true. If they chose to talk to you then you probably wouldn’t understand much of what they said. They are probably a lot smarter than both of us. Sure, they may have some of the repetitive behaviors common to autistic people, but so what? Did you know that some autistic kids have much higher IQs than you and I? The people testing them can’t really tell that because the autistic kids can be non-verbal and easily distracted by things around them.”

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He couldn’t keep his foot out of his mouth and had to say, “Well I don’t know what is wrong with them. I know that spaz that ran out of here isn’t right in the head.”

“Are you sure,” I asked as I looked right at him. “Have you tried to talk to him? Even bother to ask him what is up with him? Didn’t you have your own hyperactive period when you were younger?”

My voice was a lot harsher than I meant and I knew I was just short of yelling at him.

“No,” he said looking down.

Before I could say more there was a very loud, and very happy, squeal from the girl who had been using Molly’s tablet. Everyone was looking over as the girl got up and rushed over to a table where a woman was sitting that looked a lot like her. The girl was pointing to the screen excitedly trying to get some point across to her mom. All the woman could do was tell her to calm down and started getting out a plastic tote full of medicine bottles. The girl took the tote away from her mother to put it back in the place her mom had gotten if from. As the girl started moving her fingers over the screen I saw she was getting really frustrated that her mom wasn’t understanding.

The boy at my table made a shitty remark about the girl, but I ignored him as I went over with my phone.

I had my phone in my hand as I walked over to her table. I risked her screaming out from me putting my hand calmly on her shoulder to get her attention. Her mom was already standing up quickly for the expected reaction only to stop when the girl turned to hold Molly’s tablet out to me. My goggles showed me where to tap on the tablet and then said to get my phone. After I opened the Molly Speaks Client my goggles guided me to a menu in the client app where a QR Code came up. The girl aimed Molly’s tablet at it and my phone dinged. Molly’s tablet went back to random looking pattern and she was taping on it again.

“Please kindly pass your phone to my mother. She and I need to chat about some things,” the message said before disappearing.

Uh oh.

I handed her mother my phone and warned her, “I promise you this isn’t some sort of trick. My friend Molly couldn’t get her brain to slow down enough to focus on being able to control her mouth and voice to speak. She described speaking to someone caused her mind to be akin to the speed of an ant walking over a bowl of honey. She wrote the Molly Speaks app and client so she could communicate with everyone other than me. Of course, you have been doing that same simplistic pointing at things with your daughter, so you know how frustrating it is for both of you. I can’t even tell you how it works, only that it works. Just so you know, I have been around enough girls that the message she sent me tells me she is extremely pissed off right now, maybe at you.”

I know that look.

Before the anger in the woman’s eyes made it to her mouth the Molly Speaks Client on my phone dinged. The girl pointed to it to make her mom look down instead of tearing into me.

“I have done nothing of the sort,” the woman said before the app dinged again.

“I don’t believe you. I love you and your brother more than anything in this world and you know it. Your dad and I have done everything the doctors have said,” her mom said defensively.

The girl kept flicking over the pattern on the screen and her mom kept speaking back to her defensively. Well she did until the messages weren’t short little tweet like messages. She was barely able to read what her daughter sent before another message came in. I knew the girl was getting very frustrated with how long it took her mom to read what looked like only a few sentences. Finally, the girl stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at her mom.

When her mom finally looked up, with a very annoyed look on her face, the girl put her clawed hands up on either side of her face and throwing them down angrily. If she had been able to process the right reaction there would have been a very angry, teeth clenched scream before stomping off.

She didn’t need to make a sound to get that point across. At least she acts like any other teenaged girl in that respect.

When her mom didn’t reply to something the girl had sent the girl had had enough. She snatched my phone from her mom to give it back to me. She grabbed my hand to drag me back over to the table where Molly was cuddle still rocking with the boy even though he was now sound asleep. I went to help her get him off her lap but she shook her head no.

The frustrated girl got Molly’s attention and pointed to the pattern she had made that worked for her. They went back and forth to talk to each other using their own special patterns. After maybe a minute the girl put Molly’s tablet down and pulled me back over to her mother like I was a little kid she had to keep an eye on.

The girl pointed to her chest and then tapped my phone before holding her hand out to her mom. Without saying a word, the woman handed her an older Android phone in a really beaten up case. I saw her touch her straight fingers on her lips before moving her hand toward her mother like she was blowing a kiss, but it wasn’t the same.

What the heck was that? It looks like she was trying to thank her mom somehow for letting her have her phone. At least she seems to have good manners.

She pulled me back over to Molly. After a few seconds she had her custom pattern on her Molly Speaks app. She then grabbed my phone again and did the whole QR thing. In seconds I got a message from Kate with a small picture of her pattern on it.

Kate was starting to pull me off somewhere else when the boy that Molly had given the drink to came back in.

“Just because you are non-verbal doesn’t mean you couldn’t have written me a note to tell me what was going to happen before you let me drink that,” he said to Molly very clearly and at a normal volume level, albeit with a bit of annoyance in his voice. “Still, thanks. I haven’t ever felt like this. Is this, you know, how normal kids feel?”

Molly pointed to the leg of the boy asleep in her lap. She was trying to turn him back to be facing the table. After I pulled the table back away from her to make room I lifted the boy’s leg up on inside of the bench. We worked together to get them turned around so she was facing the table and he was facing out.

He may be sound asleep, but he has that primal “mommy” grip down to hold him tight to her body like a baby monkey. Wonder if he would start suckling on her nipple if she put it in his mouth.

Using a notepad from her bag, which I don’t even remember putting in there, she carefully wrote out a full two pages that looked like she had printed them off a printer. If I hadn’t seen her writing it and felt the impression the pen made in the paper, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. She had written them out in the about the time a laser printer takes to start up and print a page. Both pieces of paper went to Kate before Kate grabbed the hand of the boy, who had run out earlier toward the bathrooms, and took him over to her mother.

That man must be their father. If not, he is a glutton for punishment.

Not exactly sure what was going on, I walked over to be there if Kate got frustrated again since she seemed to not mind me touching her and she can chat to my phone. When I got over there I noticed the boy was getting another beaten up cell phone from his mom’s bag. Kate started doing something on her phone and the boy got a text message. He handed his phone to his dad while Kate gave the note from Molly to her mom.

“I don’t know what you think you and that girl are doing to my children young man, but it stops now,” the lady said looking very angry as she got up in my face. “Both of them are seeing the top doctors in the country for their conditions. You two are just stupid little children playing grownup.”

After Kate did another frustrated, clawed hands by her face and the thrown down response, she ripped the papers from her mom’s hands. She gave those to her dad before her brother’s phone started dinging like crazy as Kate’s fingers flew over her own phone. Unlike her mom, he was reading them and then responding to her versus speaking to her.

I didn’t even realize that I was rubbing her shoulders gently to relax her. She not only doesn’t seem to mind one bit, I think Kate is getting very horny from my touch. How the heck am I turning her on when she is mad as hell right now?

The woman was getting madder by the second at being excluded now.

She was getting up when the boy told her, “Mom can you finally get it through your head now that you are actually the dumbest one in the family? You are so stupid that you have believed everything that snake oil salesman told you was wrong with me so you would fork over tens of thousands of dollars for medicines instead of disciplining me instead of being like a real parent. I was seriously pissed that what Molly gave me drink caused me to completely have myself cleaned out like I had gotten an enema. Whatever she put it made me crap out a lot of whatever it was that you have been forcing me to take for year. Even though I can feel some is still in my body, my head is clear as a bell. I didn’t read her note, but I bet Molly wrote out exactly what she did and what you needed to do so I could be a normal kid versus a hyperactive spaz.”

Well she wasn’t expecting that was she?

The man gave his wife a look that made her shrink back away from him a bit. Like a scolded puppy she slid off the bench and sort of crept away as quickly as she could without appearing to try to run. She tried to pull Kate from me, but that wasn’t happening. Kate reached up to pull my hand off her shoulders so she could push her body back against mine. She laced her fingers with mine and had my arms pulled down tightly around her chest below her breasts.

Ok that confirms it. There is something about me that the autistic kids are picking up that is making them not mind my touch.

The man came over to his son to say, “Cam, it seems that whatever Molly gave you to help purge the medicines from your body have had a very noticeable side effect you haven’t been aware of before today. It needs to be attended to urgently before it takes care of itself on its own at the worst possible moment. You need to get the small black bag out of the drawer in the bathroom. It will have what you are going to need before long. We can discuss everything else in a little while. Please be kind to your little sister and let her know she doesn’t need to keep an eye on you unless I tell her to. She is smart enough to figure out you need some alone time right now.”

What the heck is he talking about? Oh, OH!

When the boy turned to walk over to his little sister I saw that not only was he fully hard, he was already leaking pre-cum.

Not a bad showing, even if it looks like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

The girl said something to Cam and went back over to the table where she had been sitting.

He won’t have to take matters into his own hands for very long. Those girls at his little sister’s table are looking like they want to lick his dick to get his creamy filling for dessert.

“Daddy I want to go with Cam. It is ok. He was already taking a walk with me and my friends anyway. We will be back in time to help make dinner. Mom looks like she is going to be taking her migraine medicine again,” the girl said.

As she had been talking I reached into my bag and pulled three rubbers off one of the strips of a dozen regular sized ones. I palmed them into her hand when I reached out for it to warn her that Cam was probably going to talk their ears off. I whispered to her that she needed to take him somewhere “private” before any of her friends touched his boner. He was going to have a hair trigger. I saw her nipples harden and puff up on her chest when what I said worked through her head. Well it was that or because she found I had given her some rubbers. I didn’t even try to guess how old she could be. Her body was more developed than most of the girls I had seen naked that were in high school. Cam’s dick looked still on the developing side even it wasn’t anything he could really complain about.

Why I am even worried about her age? I won’t be fucking her or her friends, will I? None of them look like they could take my anyway. Cam is much closer to a size they can handle.

Kate kept looking over at me when she was waiting on her dad to reply. I knew that look well even if it only flickered across her face quickly.

At least her expressions last three times longer than Molly’s.

“I think you have created a monster David,” her dad told me. “I hope what I heard through the grapevine is true or you might need to speak to the camp’s doctor later about a problem you will be having soon. Feel free to come by our cabin later. I suspect he may be paying Cam a visit before dinner time.”

Leaning toward me he said, “From the way Kate is fighting herself from having your hands rubbing her breasts, you know she isn’t the only autistic kid here that doesn’t cringe from your touch. I haven’t gotten to hold her or hug her except when the doctors have sedated her to do an exam or scan. Please make sure she eats well tonight and takes a shower. She doesn’t seem to want to bathe. Kelly and I usually corral her into a corner outside by the garage to hose her off. We are very lucky she hates clothes or we would have a real fight on our hands.”

She had moved away from me when her dad moved over to whisper to me. I saw Kate’s eyes go wide for about a second and then she blushed all the way down to her breasts. Her dad broke out laughing when she stuck her tongue out at him. That stopped as soon as she pulled him into a big hug complete with a chaste little girl kiss on the lips before pulling me back over to Molly’s table.

We found that boy in Molly’s lap was fully awake now, but was perfectly content to hold himself tightly to her. Finally, she pointed to her lunch dishes and mimed washing. When he finally got out of her lap I saw he had a boner. It wasn’t quite as big as mine, but it was still impressive. He looked like a lost puppy when she moved away from him. Molly pointed to the bench and then the kid’s food. Once he started eating she left to wash her dishes. I got one of her happy little waves.