After Vicky and me trimmed as much as we could with the scissors Kelly lathered herself and lay on the floor waiting for Vicky to start with the razor... It was Jon who picked the razor up and said, “right let’s get started.” Kelly said that she thought that Vicky would be doing it so I said that Jon had had years of practice using a razor and that he had shaved me dozens of times. With that she said, “okay” and Jon started. I could see that Kelly was enjoying the experience and she let out a. But God, wasn’t she just breathtaking even pretending? Another stab in his chest. ‘You lie,’ he murmured like the lover that he’ll never be, words sharp like the knife that dug into his gut when he witnessed the two of them. He pinned her against the wall, uncaring of the brisk wind. Uncaring of the possibility of someone walking by. Uncaring of anything but his heart. ‘You likened me to a beast when we first met,’ one hand holding her arms above her head, the other slowly undoing the. Amy was not far behind me, biting her bottom lip to stop herself moaning out loud and finally the other lad came, he had undone his trousers and shot big wads of cum onto the floor and more running down Amy’s hand. We all sat there for a minute then started giggling at what we had done, looked at the state we were all in and decided to go to the toilets to clean up before the break. Amy was giggling for ages after, she had been wanting to date the lad for ages but was afraid to ask him, we. Relieved I looked down at the mess we had made. Her pussy was plastered with cum with a good stream flowing on her belly. My dick had not gone completely flaccid but it perked back up as I admired our handy work. Desma gestured me over. She then licked up my shaft from the base several times before swirling her tongue around the head and plopping it into her mouth. She gave me one final good squeeze pulling the last drops of cum from my cock before pulling her head off with a loud plop. Desma.