I squatted over Jack with his hard cock pressed up against my back. I reached back and played with it, swirling my thumb over the head, milking loads ...f precum out of him. My own hard cock poked into his belly. I now lay his cock flat against his belly and rubbed it in the groove between my legs. It made me feel so horny but I was worried that it would be painful taking that cock up my ass. I asked Greg to go get me some suntan oil that I knew he had. He came back and started rubbing the oil. "So boys can wear dresses too?" she asks. "I hate dresses," she adds."This is just for fun," he says.I doubt that he really feels that way.They turn to me."What happened?" Jenny asks. "Baby-Katie!" she emphasizes.I'm panting and take a moment to look at myself... Baby-Katie. Yep. Rightnow, that's me. Can't deny that anymore."Where's Mr. Owens?" she tries a different question."I sent him home," I tell her. "Don't talk with him anymore. He's verybad." Really?" she says. "I like him. He's not. He held onto her hips as they shivered through their orgasms.Exhausted they both slumped together, Mike laying over Lena’s back forcing her tighter against the cold rail. They rested for a minute before Lena said, “Babe, I’m freezing now. Can we go inside?”Mike coming back to his senses realized that he had her pinned against the cold railing on a freezing deck. Talk about one hell of a beginning to a vacation. He straightened up reaching out and pulling Lena with him. She was relieved to get. “I’ll be right back with a broom.” She hurries away, and when I look up, the whole diner is staring at me. I slink into my seat and blush. I lean down, partly to pick up my mess, but mostly to hide my face, when the waitress returns.“Oh honey, don’t you worry about that. I got it.”“Well, it’s my fault. Too much caffeine got me jittery.” The waitress gets the shard of the mug into a nice pile and then stands up, shifting her weight onto one leg and the broom handle, slouched to one side.“Still.