Her confidence and patience overwhelm me. As she puts each hand against my breasts, giving me an aggressive stare, we hear the door open with a rapid ...knock. “Everything okay in here?” It’s Jake’s voice. “I can’t find Melisha.” Melisha and I look at each other and exchange smiles. “Hello…? If you’re in here, say something.” We stay quiet. Melisha starts rubbing me again, and she shifts to the side, so that Jake will see me full frontal when he peaks around the wall. “Are you either of you—” Jake. Charleston Pump Service was in an old building in a shabby part of the city. There was a number to call in the front window. Pat called and soon a young guy driving a new Corvette pulled in behind Pat's Navigator. He got out and introduced himself and said he was the last of the family that owned the busisness. He said it had been closed since his father died two years before. The guy went on about how good the structure was and that a new roof had been put on the building only five-six years. ..which did nothing to stop the excitement I was feeling. I wanted to touch myself...but was to afraid...and then it hit me...I was wearing my white bikini...Hubby had commented more than once about how when it got wet...it became slightly transparent...and he could clearly see my nipples and the outline of my clit pushed up against the material...almost like I was naked he would say. So there I was...turned on like crazy and then realizing what would happen as I got out of the water. Me “. Only one sticky white stream sailed high and hit me in the left nostril. JT changed his aim and all the rest of his cum splattered my chest.JT wrung the last drop out so it dripped onto my nipple closest to the camera. He slapped his cock on my well-coated tits with a wet, meaty 'thwack' and then backed out of the shot. The cameraman leaned over to frame in on the shiny goo coating my big boobs. He panned up to my face and I smiled sweetly, but when he saw the cum-booger dripping out of my nose.