His hands were on her tits. She loudlymoaned with each orgasm that exploded in her body, andthere were many. They often were deeply kissing as theyfuc...ed. For what seemed to be an eternity, theymaintained a constant physical workout. Later, herepositioned her so that her legs rested on hisshoulders. Then with deep thrusts he continued fuckingher just before he announced that he was coming againand she increased the intensity of her moaning as heagain filled her with his seed.Later, she left to. It was Pete. I guess that I had been cumming so hard that I hadn't heard him walk up. My hair was a mess. The guys had all been hosing me when they came, so that no one would have to get sloppy seconds, and a lot of it had landed in my hair. So when I turned to look up at him I had to brush it out of the way first. So much of it was matted and stuck to my face that I could hardly focus on him. And that's when I realized that the rest of them were there too.Pete made me admit in front of them. They were thong panties, not string, but just as good in my mind.Miss Amore asked, “So! Do you approve?”I stuttered as I said, “Oh…yes!”Miss Amore said that it was time to get back to work. She stared right at the lump in my pants when I stood up. I was surprised that I even noticed since I too was staring at her crotch. She climbed the ladder a couple of steps until her ass was right in my face. She paused a moment to me have a better view, I think. Then she climbed to the top and started. I heard wolf-whistle, but couldn't tell where it came from. I got closer to Scott and pulled his arm over my shoulder to further hide myself from unwanted attention, at least until we got to his car. It felt great to walk outside; listening to my heels clicking on the sidewalk and the feeling of my nylon-encased legs rubbing together under the tight dress was amazing. I felt liberated and wished that I could do this all the time, all the while knowing that being caught could be disastrous for.