The no hanky-panky rule quickly flew out the window. Women were now coming to flirt up and get laid. Men were lining up to screw them up.The rumours s...tarted flying. The extra bathrooms were now more or less fuckstalls. A rumour started spreading that the women werent allowed birth control on the site. That the backrooms were orgy rooms. The madness had to end before everyone ended up in jail. And Marcus knew the only way to end the rumours once and for all. He made them true. Another huge. After standing back and looking at her handiwork Becky declared herselfhappy with it by nodding and saying "Not bad, even if I say so myself.Right, all done. Let's get you out of this dress," she said with amischievous smile as she undid the cape at the neck, whisked it awayfrom me and went to hang it up on the rack at the back of the salon.While Becky was doing this I raised my eyes up off the floor, looked atmy reflection in the mirror and, once again, was amazed at how Beckyhad transformed. As she drove her hand inside his trunks Rick pulled away from the kiss.“Damn, little girl! I never knew you were like this” “I’ve always wanted you, Rick. Ever since I was little. You and Mark both.” She giggled as she took out his cock and started stroking it. “God damn! Get over here!” He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to him. Rick moved her bathing suit to the side and thrust his raging hard on into her soft pussy. “Fuck you’re wet!” Rick whispered.“Mark came inside of me. Now I want. Do we go on, she wondered. Had the folks been with them, it would have been no, but they weren’t, and at least some of the people were at least a little bit dressed.Threading themselves through the sunbathers, no one paid them the slightest attention, but to her way of thinking, looking at naked people made you naked yourself. More disconcerting, even, was that suntan lotioning seemed more often than not to be a mutual endeavor. Guys doing girls’ boobs seemed de rigueur. Doing each other lower.