Back in the room, I pour myself a fresh Crown, peel my suit off, and slip into a cool shower. Standing under the spray, I begin the tedious task of re...oving every grain of sand from my body. I think about him as I touch myself. I run my hands over my breasts. I have always loved my breasts. They are sensitive to the touch especially my nipples. I think of him touching them.I finish washing sand from my hair and as I rinse my soapy body I feel the smoothness of my cock and balls. I keep my. I would have give anything to have been that floor and let him dump his wad on me. Anywhere, wouldn't have matter as I would have bathed myself in it. Tearing myself back to reality, I started forming a plan in my head. It started with a lacy red pair of panties, red and black plaid bra and the rest of my school uniform which was white blouse, red and black plaid skirt, black knee high socks and black flats. I skipped breakfast to get to school early. I had to find Toby.Upon arriving at. Last evening, alone in her room; Camryn had resorted to spanking her naked bottom with the wooden hanger she had found in the closet. She had used the metal handle to tease and flick her sensitive nipples. Still, she was unable to achieve a satisfactory orgasm no matter how roughly she abused her flesh.Camryn arose from the beach towel ass first. She stuck her ass up high with her knees in a dog position and when she stood up all the way she tossed her long flowing hair to remove any sand she. I hope that we can do the same, Yvette. You could of told me everything . . . anytime.”“Did Ric tell you everything we talked about” Yvette asked, getting embarrassed that her aunt may know all the gory details.“He didn’t tell me a lot of the details I’m sure . . . but he told me a couple of important parts. But I have to ask you just one question, Yvette.”“What’s that” the French beauty said with trepidation.“Was everything you told Ric the other night accurate, Yvette? You didn’t embellish.