“I use to jerk off dreaming you were sucking me off. I would look over at your window and imagine you undressing and kneeling down to take my cock i...n your mouth. Watching your every move. How you looked up at me as you held my cock in your hand. How you would act shy about it at first but then start kissing the tip. How you would circle the tip with your tongue. Finally, I would look down into your blue eyes as you were sliding my cock in and out of your mouth. Not stopping until I came on your. .hell no it was actually express pace…it was a finger blur…it was so suddenly sensational as she hit Cynthia’s g spot…the only outcome was a vaginal orgasm and a god almighty squirt …the shower sprayed high in an arc right into O’Brien’s face… caught her by complete surprise…caught everyone by surprise….Cynthia had never squirted before…shit it was intense…fuck it was like a water spout…it was a gushing surge of fem-liquid…still O’Brien’s fingers kept squishing in her wringing wet twat…her. I went in to the small house for changing to bikini, and then I laid down on the towel for some sun. Suddenly I heard the door of the motorhome and out came a old man, not far from his seventies I would guess. He went straight to me and said hello, and I think he was finnish from his accent. We talked a bit and he went back for a towel and some shampoo. He placed himself just beside me, and sat down. We talked a bit and soon he said he will take the morning bath and wash up a bit. He stands up. It was a good thing her inner itches had been so well scratched before she left school or she would have quickly lost patience with this game. But she knew that Pop enjoyed it, and she knew that she would not have long to wait before the game turned serious--and she was sure she would be the winner. So she relaxed and enjoyed the rough and awkward but familiar caresses Pop bestowed on her.The panties stretched and moulded themselves to her delicious roundness. The material cupped the slight.