I thought I was going to blow my load right then. She then moved her left hand to my cock and gripped it lightly and started to stroke it. The problem...was, I was still dry. It started to hurt. "Jessica, that's hurting. It needs lube". "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean it has to be slick. When I jack off, I usually use my own spit so that it doesn't get chafed." "Oh." she said. "Well, I can fix that". She moved her head over my cock and started to let spit drop from her mouth onto the tip. Fucking hot spunk on my fucking face - shit the fucking taste makes me want it so fucking bad." I had been looking at her face in shock through this and it was only now I noticed she had her hand down the front of her jeans whilst the other was still at her breast. She stopped speaking and seemed to be looking out the window. She played with herself, starting to breathe harder, and muttered things like, "Lick it and suck it all", "God I need it", "All over my tits". Needless to say I had had a. You are the first year we have done this trip with. Do you thinkit's worth it?" It certainly shows us that others have had to keep secrets, includingfrom their families," I said, just in case any of the others hadn't gotthe message. From the looks of 'Duh!', I think it hadn't needed to bespelt out."Anything else?" War is never a pretty thing," sighed Monica, who never really said much,but when she did she was always someone worth listening too. "I lost anUncle in Vietnam and a Grandparent in. I had worked some behind the bar as well as evenplaying waitress one afternoon. I could now pour by eye. Both Jan andKathy told me better to over pour that under pour. Happier customersmeant repeat customers and of course better tips. They both had alsotold me not to wear my best clothes as accidents happen and stains seemto come out of cheaper clothes better than the expensive ones. Kathy hadteased me Wednesday evening when I went over for trivia that they kneehigh boots with the spike heels.