Sandra and I ran the last few yards back to the apartment. We couldn’t believe what just happened. We grabbed a couple of drinks and settled on the ...atio, the sun was still beating down and within minutes she had her top off. Not the one to be left out I followed suit, with one minor difference that I was wearing a dress but not any underwear and in a flash I stood in front of her completely nude. She looked at me somewhat surprised but unhooked her bra, pulled down her hot pants and stepped. Liz said to Moira with a devilish grin. Then again you had your own taste tonight,... she added laughing as Moira rose up from beside me and crashed her thin frame onto Liz in a girlish wrestle. I think you got most of his cum so far,... Moira laughed out in the moment as she wiggled herself into Liz's embrace and leaning on her tummy, her legs and hips between Liz's legs, her arms drawn up on elbows each side of Liz so she could see us both. I could make some more,... I laughed out as I felt. The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the “basket” my bulg- ing breasts, bellie and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay atop my stomach. “You” I felt peculiar. “jerks?” There was a tingling within my belly. An odd sensation. A slight pressure. I looked to the peaks of my breasts, eyeing the beachball. I. Mr. Burgess had never actually harassed her, exactly. If he had, she certainly would have reported him. The last thing Nancy was capable of was letting someone walk on her. She felt a little shallow for a moment when she wondered if she would feel different were he attractive. Mr. Burgess was an older man; she guess him to be in his late forties. He wasn’t obese, but had a big gut that hung over his trousers, and stretched out the buttons of his shirts. He had large hands and forearms, covered.