It felt so great. The boy who had raised my skirt, was pulling down my panties and had removed the panties and exposed my pussy for everybody to see. ...It had already become wet. I suddenly found myself being pulled down on the dance floor and lying on my back. They had already exposed my body and removed my blouse and my panties. I loved the sensation of the hands playing with my boobs. I was almost excited and did not care for anything. Two boys parted my legs and were holding them separated.. .." Megan said, taking a deep breath, "I'm a Scribe. I see and record things in the smallest detail. I can tell when a female is pregnant even before she knows. Particularly when they are 2-3 months pregnant." She smiled at me, to keep me from being upset by her words."But ... but how is that possible? Why didn't you notice yesterday?" Because she wasn't pregnant yesterday. I would have noticed. I don't know what is going on. I asked you if you had had sex with her, because I know Julie hasn't. I pasted a friendly smile on my face, making sure that my body would be outlined nicely in the sun, my dress would be sheer to their eyes and my body would be outlined perfectly. ‘Why hello there!’ As they turned towards me, my smile widened just a bit more as I got to see that face all angles and hard planes with deep brown eyes bordering on black, a cleft chin, and that shadow of a beard that just spoke of a bad, bad man that needed to be pleased. My eyes drifted quickly over the body,. But that was to be expected. And they were blond; their radiant tresses shimmered with an almost preternatural golden gleam. Well, except for a few with more silvery-platinum hair. Also common."Look at those boobs!" howled Derek, "No wonder they never wear bras!" It was true; fleshy globes of jiggling tit danced buoyantly amidst the watery spray, mounds of femininity bouncing naked in pneumatic defiance of gravity. The smallest pair only a little less in size than bowling balls. Their skin was.