...The first rope blasted her square in the middle of her face and splashed all over her forehead. The next couple globbed right into her eyes, forci...ng them shut. She screamed under the panties as I'm sure it stung like a bitch....Linda told me it did. Her face was covered with my hot spurt, so I lowered my aim and blasted her tits with the rest of my load. Her blouse caught some of my seed, probably ruining it. Hey, fuck it, that's what dry cleaners are for. I pulled the panties out of. She sat up and parted her lips a little. We could see the white pearlescents on her tongue and lips. Janey swallowed. We both gulped our erections showing no signs of subsiding.Janey leant over and kissed my left nipple, leaving a pattern of bright red.“I think we should go for a swim now to cleanup.”I took a glance at the two women nearby. They were wide-eyed, even under the broad brims of their hats and slack jawed. ‘Had they just witnessed what they thought they had witnessed?’The three of. ..’She gasped, and her mood instantly changed, with the reaction from her fear adding to a surge of lust. I realised just how sexy I thought she was – a feeling that I had been suppressing until now – as she stalked to the door of the room, turned the key in the lock, and pulled down the blind so that no one could see in. Miss Wilton returned to stand directly in front of me, looked me searchingly in face, and then cupped my chin in her hand. She leaned forward, brushing her lips along mine,. "I'd say man if I were you. What do you weigh?" One sixty or so. Do you always dress like that?"I smiled and nodded. All I was wearing was a very thin basic singlet which barely reached my thighs and bared my breasts if I leaned over, an old one that was comfortable and thin, and I guess I had outgrown it since I'm fourteen and still growing. "Boys wear t-shirts and shorts most of the time; depends on what they are doing, sometimes just jocks. Girls just wear shirts like this, some are colored.