She used the last of her energy to flip her darling skirt and expose the two slightly flushed orbs of well padded ass thoroughly lathered with the rec...nt release of her arousal."One fer' eaash cuuuuum". She concluded, slowly swaying her exposed derrière in preparation to accept payment for her services."Of course, My dear", The Gentleman stated while gathering his belongings of black bowler cap and curved neck walking cane of some indistinguishable material from the back seat and exit the cab.. I heard her moving again and felt her…her mouth…on my…uhhh…lapping the sweat off my breasts.“Please, I haven’t showered,” I stammered.“I know. I can still taste my husband’s cum on your little titties. I’m sure he enjoyed that. Did you?”Wow, I’m not going answer that. But was feeling pure delight as she continued to lick my chest clean, and continued down lower over my abdomen and stomach where Art left other deposits of his semen that had dried on my skin. It’s a strange feeling being. I was surprised to see Debra get out a clipboard and make notes all the way around the Range Rover, even trying the back seats for comfort before ending up in the driver’s seat. I sat on a bench letting her get on with it; she opened the driver door and swung her leg out while asking questions. I was please to see that the black outfit included her panties. Suddenly she asked, “what are you thinking?” “I was just wondering if those panties would look as good around you ankles.” “You probably. "Mr. Hartwell, members of the board," Jennifer said calmly. "These campers and I are just enjoying the beach as God intended, in the nude. I see nothing 'immoral' going on."Hartwell stepped forward and slapped Jennifer across the face, "Get out of here. You're fired!"The beach was stone silent. The only thing that was heard was the waves on the beach and the rustling of the leaves. Jennifer didn't say a word as she left her towel and walked back to her cabin, as naked as the day she was.