It was very cute. And when I looked down, my hand was shaking so hard I could hardly hold the mouse.Why did he always have this effect on me? I immedi...tely put up an away message, and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, all that stuff people usually do in the morning. I changed, and went downstairs. I sat on the two little steps leading up to my front door. I had a house very similar to the one in Jumangi. It was really cool, and very modern. The best house possible. I. .. HOLY SHIT! What was Denis doing there? The clicking noise must have been the door.Squirt! A hot pulse of Phil’s cum splashed into me.How I didn’t scream in shock I don’t know. I half pushed Phil away then I wrapped my arms round him tighter as if to hide my nudity from his father!Again, squirt!For several moments I was stunned. What to do? Then two things happened almost at once. It seemed that my shock had made my cunt firmly grasp Phil’s cock, and, with a low moan, he began discharging. His arms and legs were beginning to feel the burn as he treaded water, the waves washing him up and down. He nodded slightly, and then turned and swam back to shore. He found his bag and umbrella where he’d buried them in the sand. He’d placed them near a stick, on a line between the fifth and sixth fence posts. He set up the umbrella well back from the shoreline, and threw down a towel to lie on. He paused, looking at the spot. Alan pulled the towel off again, and working with both hands,. ‘I’m Liz Taylor,’ said the person behind the bar. I thought about how cute it was that she was named after the movie star while admiring her dress and her eyeliner. ‘What can I get for you, honey?’ she asked. I smiled and ordered a Vodka soda. ‘Haven’t seen you in here before,’ I heard a voice beside me. I looked over and saw a woman clad in cheetah print smoking a cigarette. She also had grungy 90s makeup that I like to do on myself sometimes. ‘I’m here because I’m going to be in the fashion.