Meanwhile, his right hand continued to grind away at my left breast, pinching the nipple painfully, which intensified my pleasure. I could feel my sex...dripping and I knew with shame that the deck beneath me must have droplets of moisture for all to see. Suddenly he pulled back. I hung there, panting, bewildered. Then he slapped my left breast. At first I thought it just hurt and I screamed, mostly in fear and shock. But after the first sting had faded I discovered a remarkable sensation. My. He looked me up and down and said how old are you ian nearly 16 i answered.you have a nice body for a younster ,thanks i said,do you mind if i ask how old you are?i am 67 today he said with a grin on his face .oh happy birthday ,if i had known i would have got you something,thats ok ian ,he said maybe you can do something for me later,looking at my naked body.now lets go swimming .the water was freezing but it felt good and as cold as it was i got quite turned on when my legs brushed agsinst. It was dirty and full of graffiti smears, but that was true for all of them. When I turned to get back out, something caught my eye: On the left side of the wall, there were some scratches and what I at first thought was just dirt turned out to be a small hole. I sat down on the toilet seat, making sure my skirt wouldn't get soiled by anything unsanitary. From a sitting position, the hole was almost at eye level, and when I moved in closer, I could see some shiny wet stains close to it. Peeking. If I am alone I will sometimes use my forefinger to touch the drop and rub my sperm slowly across the tip of my cock, feeling it’s soapy-like feel against my skin. Then I will put the finger into my mouth sucking on it and tasting my own cum. Occasionally this has led to me laying on my back to insure I can blast my load into my own face, or positioning myself almost upside down with my dick inches above my mouth for a self-facial…feeling each powerful spurt blasting against my skin, tasting.