"You want to see how a real man gives a woman what she wants? Well, get me that beer first then."M fetched it, all the time thinking, you'll give her ...hat she wants OK, and that will be just your sperm tonight. The doorbell sounded again.At ten minute intervals guys arrived exactly as they had been instructed. M was busy fetching beer until the room was full with twelve men other than himself. Caroline was kissing them all and distributing her favours freely. They had already removed her dress. As Father Murphy studied the youngster in the confessional his eyes traced over the swelling mounds of her breasts, pushing out the white cotton blouse. Her dark hair swept around her chubby, girlish face and as she knelt he could see the swell of naked buttocks under her short, plaid skirt. The priest felt a rush of pleasure sweeping through him, his cock leaped in awareness and he could feel it growing along his leg. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and knead the enticing. “That’s it sit your pansy-ass down and be a good boy play with our cocks,” Tirophy dissed me. “Damn, I never took you for a cock whore, with all the stories I’ve heard about you,” his jackal mate said. It was Tirophy’s mate who moaned first and shot a load over my face and oozed out thru my fingers.Tirophy kept dissing me as I stroked his cock, he placed his hand on the back of my head and moved his cock nearer to my lips. He slowly muscled his cock’s head into my mouth, I tried to resist. . "Stuff and nonsense, but thank you for saying so." She smiled. "Still, I don't think I'll take any chances. Paula can be the one who goes to Bikini Beach. Only now, the only place she's going is in to finish whatever homework she has this weekend. Scoot, girl. I'll hang up your suit." Thanks, Mom." Paula headed for her room. She'd had a fright when her father had suggested going to the park, and she was very relieved that her mother had shot down the idea.She was even more relieved to discover.