Pumping. Thumping. Hitting hard. Banging on. Relentless. Never ending. And then it started to rain. Not for the first fucking time at a festival. The...music continued uninterrupted. And who was on stage? Kirsten didn’t know. Didn’t care. After all those weeks comparing DJs. Was Carl Cox on? Was Judge Jules, Paul Oakenfold, Ferry Corsten, Armand Van Helden? Was it going to be blinding? Or cheesy? Or hard? Or trancey? Who fucking cared? The rain beat down gently, softer than the music, barely. I was happy to oblige her,driving my cock deep up her as she arched her back, her pussy in just the right place to give it to her hard,her moaning had me ready to shoot what I hoped would be the first load i’d be giving her, with a final thrust, I came, deep in her lovely wet cunt, she took every drop right up her,loving it getting pumped nice and deep, I pulled out and was treated to the sight of my cum pouring back out, I didn’t care about cum all over the bed,it was worth it to see her. Neither had any idea as to why they had both been summoned to his office but Vanessa was trying to guess if had anything to do with all that had happened on the nudist front in the last six months.With this question in her mind Vanessa looked across at Janine’s naked body walking beside hers. The girl really was a lovely young girl, Vanessa thought. Vanessa looked at Janine’s body as it strode along beside hers and noted how it had already matured quite nicely since that morning six months ago.. She could no longer deny her attraction to the older woman. She parted the Ulani’s shirt and leaned in, taking a thick nipple between her lips and drawing on it eagerly, pulling back and letting it pop free, watching, mesmerised at the full breasts bounced back, the nipple hard and glistening slightly from her saliva in the flickering light.Tula moaned softly as she watched the human work her lips and fingers over her thick, sensitive nipples. She carefully moved to remove her shirt from her.