She gave me a wicked smile and instead of wiping my spunk off on my leg, brought her hand out of my pocket and allowed all the spunk she was holding t... drip onto her own leg, then rubbed the rest of it on her legs beneath her skirt. Luckily the table hid this from view of the others in the pub.“My turn now” She said and under the table I saw her hitch up her skirt at the front revealing that she had no panties on. Using the hand still slimy with my spunk she began to work her fingers in and. Heused his arms to prop himself up as his fishy lower half began to flopinto a seated position. Despite the fading pain, Derek stared in awe atthe two wet things on his chest. The pool water dripping down hiscleavage and down his taut stomach. He had always seen boobs on theinternet and at older girls at school, but never on him. His breastslooked more awesome above ground than underwater. Derek was completelymesmerized. So focused on his new chest and his feminine traits than hisblue scaled. A warm grin spread across her face as she said, "Thad, you might want to let Megan dry herself off. Otherwise, we'll never get done here."When everyone was seated, Miss. Hanson said, "Now, what you were all just privileged enough to witness firsthand is called Female Ejaculation. The reason I said you were privileged to see it, is because the phenomenon is so rare."She continued after a thoughtful pause, "This should give you a clue. Approximately one tenth of one percent of the female. He couldn't see anything graphic, but her bare thighs and legs draped over the sides of the hammock gave him enough to focus. He lost it both times when he recognized her hips rocking through the hammock cloth as she reached the end.“Oh my!” he breathes to himself. He is able to see her through the slats as she reclines on the lounge. She’s taking a drag with one hand, and her other pinches her nipple through the tank top. He’s quickly getting hard and argues with himself about watching her.