Judy would get going, and at first there was just spit and drool and everything all over her, especially her face. Then one guy would shoot on her, an...d her face would get shiny, sticky and sloppy. Her glasses would get covered. You might say: "gross", but looking at Judy then was just the ticket for pervy me. She didn't wipe anything away. Pretty soon her face and her hair and her glasses were a cummy, Jizzy, spitty, spunky mess. She invited the guys to come around from the other side of the. He placed me back down kissing on my neck softly, and sliding my shorts off with my panties. I looked up at him completely naked and felt so comfortable, He smiled softly and ran his hand across my cheek. I closed my eyes nuzzling my face into his palm, James slid off his pants and boxers and leaned over me. I looked at him, studying him. He smiled and pressed his body down on mine kissing me feverishly. I massaged my lips back with his, as I felt him push inside of me. I moaned with pleasure. But she wasn't going to bang on the door to find out. He'd never given her a reason to violate his privacy, and as this thought passed through her mind, she felt a little guilty about having looked at his laptop the night before. Which gave her an idea...Continuing down the hall, past the bathroom, past her own bedroom, she entered the guest bedroom, which they usually referred to as "the office" -- because it had the computer in it. Alan rarely used it, probably because his laptop was newer. It penetrated her body and her mind, and she floated on waves of want—buoyed by the desire for Jack's touch. She felt its fingers caressing, probing, drawing forth her own fluids. When the enveloping touch of the liquid touch began to coalesce into a pulse between her legs, she worked her way toward the shore: prolonging the need until it became integral to her existence—one with her spirit. Whole. Raw. Pure. Although it wasn't chilly by anyone's standards, the air was cooler than the water,.