This early in the dance, not very many were dancing yet. A punch bowl was set up in the corner, with the watchful eye of the Vice-Principal making sur...e nobody tried to spike the punch.Suddenly Jeana looked at me with a grin. “Was Shelley part of your harem?”I groaned at that. I had been hoping that Jeana would have forgotten the comment. “I don’t have a harem!”“That’s not what Shelley says. Maybe the Carl Buckman Experience isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”“Maybe you need a good spanking!”She. They rolled up a setof shiny dark stockings over my legs. I stood there transfixed as theyall worked on me in a flurry of activity. I could sense what they were upto but was paralyzed by excitement. I did as asked mesmerized by all theattention. Next, a short, short skirt was pulled up, barely covering mystocking tops. I was pushed into a chair.The chair was swiveled around, away from the mirror as Jaz began to workon my face. First they swabbed it down and applied a short stocking topto my. The musk smell of excited woman came into my nostrils and my cock felt as if it wanted to burst. I pressed my mouth onto her outer lips in a kiss and parted them with my tongue, searching for the most intimate part of her wetness. I wanted to taste her and my wet tongue found the hard bud in her honey pot. She shaked violently, as I licked with soft long strokes from her opening up to and touching her raised rosebud. She leaned back onto the branch of a tree and opened her legs wide to give me. “Let’s swim across and find out,” he said.It was almost a mile across the lake at that point, but Dad knew that the water was warm from the many hot springs that fed the lake. He swam by my side and I tried to emulate his easy breast stroke. However, about halfway across, I began to tire. He saw it and also knew that I would never admit it.“Just float on your back, Johanna,” he said, without giving me a reason.I obeyed and he calmly towed me the rest of the way, getting us to the far shore.