Quando sono vicina, mi piego lentamente a 90 gradi lasciando che la mia fica fradicia sia ben visibile al tipo.«Se vi diamo fastidio, ci allontaniamo...� gli dissi provocandolo mentre la mia fica gocciolava sulla sabbia.«No... no... non preoccupatevi» rispose il ragazzo balbettando.Così tornai verso Giorgio, mentre vedevo la ragazza del tipo che lo prendeva a gomitate perchè lui non smetteva di guardarmi. "Poverino, forse ora sarà venuto nel costume" dissi a me stessa mentre prendevo Giorgio per. Surprisingly, he was at the bedroom door in no time. He was puffing a bit from climbing all those stairs, but his eyes were sparkling in wonderment at the vision of his blushing bride. He was smitten by the time my perfume hooked into his nostrils. Entranced by my seductive spell, his eyes burned over every inch of my body, as he walked slowly toward me. I held out one hand like a crossing guard, stopped him in his tracks and told him, “Not with those rough hands, Buster!” I pulled off my. The outhouse out back was for the ‘other stuff. With six women in the house, this was a problem, though not so much for me. Me, I’d just go in the ditch, if I had to. And baths, well... I grew up in the country. My name is George. I hated it, ‘cause the girls would call me Georgie, or Porgy, like in Georgie Porgy, even though I weren’t porgy at all, more of a string bean as my Mama said. We lived on a farm, way out nowhere. Mr. Wooten sharecropped the farm for us while daddy was gone. I helped. The strands of cum were long and thick and stuck to her face. It was obvious now why he was called the gusher, and why he liked to see his cum shoot down on the face of his unwilling partner. Her face was almost completely covered to the point where there was not a inch of her face that didn't have cum on it. A few strands even landed on her tits. Several guys who were stroking their cocks on the sidelines came in closer and started shooting their cum on her tits, there wasn’t any dry places.