..Mr.Farnley was now right next to her. Unclasping her arms from her chest he stared down at the perfect C cup breasts Bailey had developed over the p...st few years. "Cor Blimey I've dreamt of these puppies since I saw you last summer you little bitch." Mr.Farnley exclaimed thrusting his hand to firmly grasp them. Bailey felt his warm rough hands caressing her chest. The first man ever to do so, the 65 year old all the girls called Creepy. Bailey looked up at him and saw his smile, she saw his. “Hi guys.” She giggled, “Sorry for interrupting. That looked really…interesting.”“Uh…uh.” I found myself thoughtful enough to say. She was beautiful. Flowing long blonde hair, hiking boots, khaki shorts and a backpack. Probably twenty-something.“Seriously,” she spoke again, “I’m sorry, I could go…but…”Katie released my dick and stood to face the surprise intruder, but not in an angry or aggressive way. She flipped her shoulder length light brown hair and gave our new acquaintance a quick. Right after breakfast, Ken and I headed for one of the bungalows. He knocked on the door and walked right into the room. Inside the room was Alan Jenkins. I knew Al from work. Al was the manager of the accounting department. He was basically a bean counter and looked the part. Al was barely five foot six and weighed over two hundred and forty pounds. He wore thick glasses and squinted all of the time. He looked like a fat hedgehog, with his combed straight back hair. Actually hairy was a good. I could hear the crack of a beer can, and heard Jeremy gulping it down. Then I started to feel warm. I could feel getting wet. I heard the sound of Jeremy peeing from the outside of the tube all over my pregnant body. As I started to open my eyes, I could focus on the drain, and see that their was red water running into the drain. I laid my head down, waiting for the pain to stop. Jeremy leaned over the tub, and massaged my back. And then my neck, telling me how good I was, and how much.