She was getting wet, and decided that it was better to keep her knickers dry. She lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side, positioning th...em so that they could not get in the way anytime soon. She took a squig of lager and thumbed the book with her left hand. Her right hand slipped up her skirt in anticipation.“Oh, fuck yes,” cried Emma, remembering that Mr Jones always got spanked every night of his married life. Her finger penetrated her, but what she really wanted, right there,. As long as you stay away from the skin a quick sweep of a pressure washer takes most of the cum and spit away. Just a quick spin getting their hands arms and legs staying as far as way as I could. You never clean their faces to well so they still wore a little bit of cum as they ran back into the bus. The guys cheered them on as they ran through the crowd most trying to get one last grope in before they left.When I got into the bus the girls were already into the shower putting on quite the. The easiest way to shut her up was to twist around in her arms and start kissing her. Maggie had the body of a gymnast, right down to tits like a pair of fried eggs. The nipples though, were as large and stiffly erect as her own. She loved the way they blipped across each other as their breasts rubbed together. Almost of it's own accord, one of her hands slipped down to where Maggie was humping a nearly hairless mound against her thigh. She was startled by how easily her fingers slipped into. She grinned and put on one of her real coy looks, "And you don't mind that they're see through?" she asked.I managed to conjure up a rather strained grin of my own, "I'm trying my damnedest not to notice that" I said " Now off with you and I'll join you at the pool shortly"She grinned and blew me a kiss as she left, and I slumped back into my chair, feeling the sweat running down my neck and the exceedingly uncomfortable bulge in my trousers, God her tits had looked fantastic. What the hell was.