The guy still fucking me, pulls out, grabs my hair and pushes me to my knees in front of him, making my mouth full again. I can taste the cum of mysel... and the other guys on him. "Finish me off bitch," he grunts and slaps my face once. I suck him eagerly, licking the fluids off his dick, savouring the taste. "Damn, you're an eager slut," he sniggers at me. Shorty after, he pulls out and cums all over my face, smearing it in with the head of his dick. "Now, everyone can se what a dirty little. There was even the requisite green Jell-O salad with flecks of shredded carrot in it. By four o’clock, the younger kids were all gathered around the ice cream makers, cranking the handle and stealing bits of rock salt to eat like candy. There were plenty of soft drinks and beer for the adults in ice chests, and even a bottle of wine or two. Of course, there was watermelon. You’d think all we had to do all day was eat.Well ... yeah.My girlfriends were in high demand and Beth stood guard around. First, I realized that Iwas not wearing them, as my hand brushed against my emptynose, I remembered them falling off in the pool.Secondly, I saw my hand. It wasn't the rough, mildly hairyappendage that I had known and carried with me my wholelife. Instead I saw a small, slender, hairless delicatehand with neatly trimmed and manicured nails set with atasteful red color polish. A thin delicate wrist attachedthis feminine hand to an arm with a bicep so small as toseem invisible even when I flexed. After a few minutes Pat prompted me. “Well?”I could hear the concern in her voice. “It looks perfect to me.”She seemed to relax a bit. “Are you sure?”“Well, you don’t have any hair there. Do you shave it?” I was genuinely curious.“No.” she replied sounding embarrassed. “It never grew.”“Some girls shave it when they do their legs so it isn’t that unusual.” I reassured her.“Betsy Tillman has so much hair it looks like somebody planted a hedge down there.”“That sounds gross. Yours looks.