In the same instance I feel hands groping at my soggy swim-shorts trying to pull them down! ‘And get this wet thing off !’ she squeals, her determ...ned fingers clamped into the waistband of my wet shorts. I struggle, automatically gripping at her wrists whilst at the same time trying to hang on to my modesty, but she’s too strong for me and my shorts are unceremoniously yanked down around my knees, exposing my pearly-white male bits to the hot Cornish sun – and to Bella…My parents had packed me. I found myself thrusting mu tongue all the way up inside him. I imagined eating Philips cum out of Anne and thinking it was so sexy to be pleasing a man any way he wanted and to see and feel his body reacting to me as a woman – the way Anne’s lovers react to her.After several minutes of pleasing him he sat up and told me to stand in front of him. He started t kiss me tenderly, telling me how well I was doing, that I smelled like sex and it suited me, and telling me that I was now his whore. I. We just hadn't talked it out yet."Maybe I should go up and say hi to her?" he mused.Of course. This was nothing to do with his crippling loneliness. It wasn't a cry for help. And he wasn't some weird guy who didn't understand social boundaries and believed that we had become friends after last week's activities. He was just horny. He had been out drinking, thought about Harriet - probably the whole group would have talked about her at some length - then on the way home decided that he was going. After what seemed like an eternity she finally said "do you want to touch me?".I didn't hestitate and slipped a hand up her pyjama top. I cupped a breast which was firm and large, previously indiscernible when covered by a loose fitting pyjama top. I leaned in and placed a nipple in my mouth and gently sucked and rotated my tongue whilst I continued to stroke myself.I then slid my hand under her pyjamas bottoms and into her knickers, and found her pussy was already wet. I inserted 2 fingers and.