"Let me help you clean up" I said as I lowered my head and licked it off after getting her permission."That was delicious." I said finally bringing a ...mile to her face."Are you talking about the batter or my tit?" Patricia asked me."Your batter covered tit." I replied with a grin."Chicken" she replied with a smile."I am not a chicken," I replied. "I do have a roster though. Although I normally just refer to it as a cock."No sooner had I said that, than I noticed several of the girls around me. She got next to Olivia in the bed, keeping her hand over her mouth the whole time. There was barely room for the two of them in the small bunk. The big woman had her leg between Olivia's legs, her thigh firmly pressing Olivia's thigh and moving her leg up and down along Olivia's legs. "Feels good, don't it?" Andy began to feel Olivia's breasts with her free hand. At first she gently caressed them and then she firmly squeezed her left breast."Oh, these are nice," Andy said, "I can see we are. I dreamed of white knights, clean of blood and sweatless even after hours of battle, embracing me for secret kisses on full moons. I dreamed of saving myself for marriage. But here I was, lying exhausted and hot on the floor, covered in the cum of three different men, and just barely nineteen years old. I was pumping my fingers in and out of my still aching honeypot, moaning and eager as I looked back into the lens of the camera filming my every move. I fucked myself harder and harder,. Not only was iteasier to preserve modesty, you didn't have to wear lumpy andinconvenient suspender belts. Among the worst of all were roll ongirdles, a rubberized monstrosity that collected perspiration and washard to pull over your hips when you undressed. Lorna said she flatlyrefused the bras with conical cups that the newspaper wanted to her towear for the shots in Rome - it was the age of "sweater girls" like LanaTurner, and the publicity people thought that this would give afashionable.