Finally he came hard and pulled out quickly. He wanted to shoot come on her taut belly and tits. He discovered she was a squirter. She squirted on his... tight belly as he shot wads on her tummy and perfect tits. They were covered with love juices. It was early summer but the waterfall they washed up in was chilly. They both rubbed each other good, getting the love juices off of their still naked bodies. Then they went back to camp and dressed. They had the stew which had cooked to perfection. He would cover for us.“Well, don’t you look dashing!” commented Mrs. Colosimo as she ushered me inside. “Louis, doesn’t Carl look handsome!” she called to her husband in the living room.He looked at me, with the confused look most men do when responding to their wife’s questions which don’t require a response. “Yes, very nice. Welcome. Come on in, Carl.”“Thank you. Here, Mrs. Colosimo. I wasn’t sure if I would get a chance to bring this over before Christmas, so why don’t I give it to you now.”. . Well, my plans have changed ... I don't care about your deadline; you love me, don't you? ... Okay, see you then ... bye-bye."I turned with a smirk to my sister. "See that? Now give me those directions. I know how to handle men!"It turns out the address was easy to find. I saw Danny's pickup truck parked outside. The other car in the driveway was a Corvette, presumably Bob's. "Figures," I mused. "Jerks of a feather..."I knocked on the door impatiently. I didn't have all morning — just a few. I had already gotten in the bath when the girl came up with the port.“Beg pardon, sire” she set the port down and averted her eyes.“No matter, you’re hardly the first to see me bathing. Before Grandfather died we always took our baths in the sea at Brighton.”She looked back up, evidently I had piqued her curiousity.“You must have been quite popular with the girls in Brighton, sire.”“I should say so, at the risk of being immodest.”“You’re a sight better formed than the lads ‘round here, I’m sure.