This was unbelievable! Silly's mind reeled in shock and disbelief as she watched the girl's tits mashed flat against her father's chest.With the illum...nation of the moonlight, she watched the couple move even closer together, if that was possible. She could see Sissy's hands fall to her father's ass-cheeks, pulling his cock tightly to her cunt as though they were having a standing fuck. God, the two of them were actually dry fucking as some of Sally's more audacious girl friends called it. Her. Regularly pouring scorn on the girls in the office who went out to get hammered, then regretting the night the next day, having been fucked by someone they wouldn't have touched had they been sober.The lads from the factory end saw her completely differently. Only having to spend the odd few minutes with her each day, they didn't mind her chat. Though it was obvious that she had tickets on herself, they would put up with that to ogle her body as they spoke. Lynn didn't mind this. Being an. “They’re in my emergency sewing kit in the right side of my backpack,” she reminded him.Phillip had an outline of the missile pouch from their bought slingshots, and he used it to trace the shape of it on the leather. It only took a moment to cut the pouch out, then duplicate it for her.Back in the states, they had the equipment to cut the bands perfectly as well as several thicknesses of the material to experiment with. They had brought several of the bands to secure their tightly rolled-up. So she didn't just open the door, she opened it, while walking into the room. She had her hands in her waistband, likely about to make a quick pull down of her pants to get on the toilet. I heard the door, and opened my eyes. She was less than a foot away from me, and it was too late. I was already starting to cum, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't even have time to think about stopping my jerking motion. And just like that, I saw not one but 3 jets of my spunk fly directly.