Lynn was feeling better by the time
Julie’s father got home, though she still could not sit down. Dressed in a bra and panties, she went downstairs to greet
him, to Julie’s mild disapproval.
“Hi Mr Ward,” she said.
“Please,” said Julie’s father,
“call me Martin.”
“Certainly Martin.
How was your day?”
“Fine thanks. Um, aren’t you cold?”
“No, not at all.”
“Oh.
Is Julie around?”
“She’s upstairs, still in bed,”
said Lynn. “We’ve been making
love.”
Martin winced. “Must you be so … forthcoming?”
“I’m sorry, does it bother you to
hear that I make love with your daughter? I’d
have thought it would be quite a turn-on for you.”
Martin coughed. “Please,” he said. “I’m
having a hard enough time with all this.”
Julie appeared at the top of the stairs.
She was dressed only in her panties.
“Hi Dad,” she said.
Martin started in surprise when he saw
her. “Julie,” he said, “are
you deliberately trying to make me feel uncomfortable?”
Lynn turned around, saw what Julie was
wearing, and laughed in delight. “Well,”
she said, “if that’s the dress
code…” And she took off her
bra, dropping it on to the floor beside her.
“Girls, please…” began Martin
helplessly.
“Please what, Dad?” inquired Julie.
“Please take off our panties too?
Isn’t that what you’re really thinking, deep down?”
“You think he is?” asked Lynn, with
a raised eyebrow. “Well, that’s
no problem…” She began to reach
for her panties.
“No!” exclaimed Martin.
“Look, I know I’ve behaved badly.
I’ve lost my relationship with my daughter.
Must you continue to persecute me?”
“Taking off my panties is persecuting
you?” inquired Lynn innocently. “Don’t
you want to see my hairless, freshly-shaven pussy?”
“Of course he does,” said Julie.
“He’s a pervert, isn’t he? He’s
been dreaming about this sort of thing for a long time, I’ll bet.”
Lynn turned around and trotted up the
stairs. She cupped her hand around
Julie’s ear, then whispered, “Does it bother you when I flirt with him?”
Julie looked up and then shook her head.
“What if I were to seduce him?”
“Please don’t,” Julie whispered.
“As soon as you start sleeping with him, then I get left out, and I’m
not having my father take you away from me.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen,” Lynn
replied. “But could I not seduce
him for both of us? You know he
wants to have sex with you.”
“Lynn, please. I still haven’t forgiven him, by a long shot.
You can befriend him, if you like. You
can flirt with him, tease him, even confide in him.
I know I can trust him to keep our secrets, if nothing else.
But don’t start making out with him or anything like that.
I just couldn’t bear it. Not
yet anyway.”
“Okay, okay my love, I’m sorry.
But it would be kind of nice to have someone else involved with what we
do, even if it’s only in a passive manner.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, for instance, if we stripped
naked in the city centre, it would be nice to have your Dad in a car nearby,
ready to get us out of trouble.”
“I see what you mean.
That would be a good idea…
Okay, I’m happy with that. Just
stop short of kissing him, okay?”
“Okay,” agreed Lynn.
“So you won’t mind if I tell him about all our adventures?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure.
Oh what the heck. If he’s shocked, it serves him right. If he’s angry, then he has no right to be and I’ll give
him a piece of my mind. But I think
he’ll just be embarrassed, and more than a little aroused. Go for it.”
Lynn smiled happily and bounded down the
stairs to where Martin was taking his tie off.
“Martin,” she said, “you and I are going to have a little talk.
Will you come into the living room with me?”
“Sure,” he said, eyeing her warily.
Julie watched them disappear into the
living room together. She did not
particularly want to be a part of this conversation, so she went back up to her
bedroom.
“…And that’s why I’m standing
up, instead of sitting down to talk to you,” said Lynn.
Martin looked as if a bomb had gone off
in his vicinity. “Good grief,
Lynn, and you say all this has happened in four days?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes, although I only started getting
involved in Julie’s adventures yesterday.
She’s quite a girl, don’t you think?
Well of course you do – you have the pictures to prove it.”
“Steady on,” said Martin with a
pained look. He sighed.
“I can’t believe Julie has done all this.
I had no idea she was turning into such a … kinky young woman.”
“Well she is, and I love her for
it.”
Martin shook
his head to clear his thoughts. “So,
why are you telling me all this again?”
“Because, as I’ve already said,
I’d like you to get involved. Help
us. We want to go into the city
centre this weekend and have some kinky adventures.
Will you take us in your car? Be
there when we need to escape after having done something outrageous?”
Martin shook his head.
“Lynn… We could all get
into a lot of trouble,” he said. “I
don’t want to land up in court on a charge of aiding and abetting your
indecent exposure.”
Lynn frowned. “Is that even a crime?”
“Indecent exposure?
It certainly is.”
“No, I mean aiding and abetting it.
I honestly don’t think you’d have anything to worry about.
Julie and I would be the ones exposing ourselves, taking the risks…
If we got caught, you could deny all knowledge of our intentions.
We’d back you up, obviously.”
“Hmm, I just don’t know…”
“Oh come on, Martin,” Lynn pressed
him. “Look at me.
Look at my body. I don’t mind. Here…”
She took off her panties. “See?
I’m naked in front of you. What
do you think?”
“You’re … extremely attractive,”
Martin conceded. “Very sexy.”
“I’m glad you think so.
And I know you fancy Julie. So
can you think of a better way to spend your weekend than by escorting the two of
us around the city, watching us flash our panties and do other outrageously sexy
things in public?”
Martin thought. “I have to admit,” he said, “that the prospect is an
enticing one. And I suppose I would
like to be there even if only to look after you both and make sure you don’t
get into trouble.” He sighed.
“How can I refuse?”
“That’s better.” Lynn beamed. “This
weekend is going to be perfect!”
That night, as the girls were getting
ready for bed (Lynn had talked her father into letting her stay another night),
Martin knocked on the door to Julie’s room.
“Come in, Dad,” said Julie.
He entered, looking a little sheepish,
and he could not meet his daughter’s eye.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi Martin!” Lynn greeted him.
“How’s it hanging? Or is it pointing up?”
“Ha, um, very funny.
I’ve been thinking. Um, if
you’re at all interested, I have an idea for something you could do on
Saturday. If you’re
interested.”
Julie frowned slightly, but Lynn was all
ears. “I’m interested,” she
said. “What’s your plan?”
“Well, I’ll start by showing you
something. Here, have a look at
this.” He handed the girls what
looked like a couple of pieces of toilet paper.”
Julie looked at it, then gave her father
a hostile look. “Is this a
joke?” she demanded.
“No!
Take a good look at it. You’ll
notice that it’s two pieces of toilet paper joined together.
Not by the perforated edges, you’ll notice…
What I’ve done is, I’ve dipped the very edge of each piece in water,
and then pressed the wet edges together, with about half an inch of overlap.
Now that the paper has dried, the two pieces are effectively glued
together, and with nothing other than plain water.
Try to pull them apart – you’ll see that they’re attached very
firmly.”
Lynn tugged on the outside edges
experimentally. “You’re
right,” she said. “But while
that’s fairly interesting, I don’t see what this has to do with our plans
for Saturday.”
“Well,” said Martin humbly, “I
thought, that, if you like the idea, tomorrow I could tear off a series of long
strips of toilet paper and stick them together, using my water method, to make a
couple of large sheets. Then I
could make a kind of a dress out of the material – I’m not bad at sewing, as
Julie will tell you, and I have a couple of patterns I could work from.”
“A dress made out of toilet tissue?”
Lynn looked puzzled.
But Julie had seized on the implications
of this. “Oh my gosh!” she
exclaimed. “And one of us could
wear this dress when we go into the city centre on Saturday.
It will look slightly bizarre, but it will be decent enough, I imagine.
Except,” she continued with mounting excitement, “except that rain is
forecast for this weekend! Just
think of it!” She turned to Lynn, her eyes shining. “Imagine me walking down the street, wearing this
tissue-paper dress, when suddenly it starts to rain.
Wet spots appear on my dress, and they’re quickly soaked up by the
tissue. Before long, my entire
dress is wet, and probably totally see-through!
And then…”
“And then,” continued her father in
a quiet voice, “as the rain continues to fall, the dress will slowly dissolve
away, leaving you with whatever you are wearing under the dress.”
Lynn’s mouth was agape in delight.
“How wonderful!” she exclaimed.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll be
wearing under the dress,” said Julie in a determined voice.
“Nothing at all, except for a pair of panties made out of the same
tissue paper. You think you can
make me some, Dad?”
“Sure.”
Martin nodded.
“So my panties will be the last part
of my clothing to cling to my body,” said Julie excitedly, “but eventually
they too will be washed away, leaving me totally, absolutely, wonderfully naked!
And on the street, in front of everyone!”
“And I,” said Martin, “can be
waiting nearby in the car, so that the instant you decide you’ve had enough
attention, you can jump in the back seat and we’ll be away.”
“Dad, you’re wonderful!” cried
Julie, getting up and running across the room to give him a hug.
“My goodness, your being a pervert certainly has its advantages!”
Martin smiled and returned the hug.
“So I take it you want to be the one wearing this dress?” he asked.
“Yes please!” she said.
“But what about me?” asked Lynn
plaintively.
Martin shrugged. “I probably have time to make two,” he said.
“Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”
inquired Lynn.
“I only work Monday to Thursday,”
said Martin. “That is, I only
have to go into the office from Monday to Thursday.
On Fridays I work from home, although, of course, if I have more
important things to do…” He
broke off with a grin.
Julie smiled. “And you do have
more important things to do,” she said. “You
might as well start sticking that toilet paper together tonight.
No sense wasting time waiting for it to dry tomorrow morning.”
“Fair point,” conceded Martin.
“Make sure
you make my dress shorter than Julie’s,” said Lynn with a playful wink in
Julie’s direction. “Now, if
you’ll excuse us, we have to strip naked and start licking each other’s
bodies.”
Martin blushed crimson and retreated out
of the room, closing the door behind him, and leaving both girls giggling in his
wake.
The following morning, Lynn and Julie
donned skirts of a respectable length, then turned over the waistbands several
times so that the skirts became as short as any they had yet worn.
Both were determined to wear the shortest skirt, but as their hemlines
climbed ridiculously high, they decided to compromise and both leave their
skirts at exactly the same length, which they carefully measured to exactly
two-and-a-quarter inches above the crotch.
As they went outside to mount their bikes, though, Julie began to suspect
that Lynn had cheated by bending forward slightly during the measurement process
– Lynn’s skirt seemed more than a little shorter than Julie’s.
“Maybe one day we should dispense with
skirts altogether,” said Lynn, ”and ride to school in just our panties.”
“Hmm, I kind of like wearing a tiny
skirt though,” said Julie. “It
seems more unintentionally erotic. I
think it would be too unsubtle if we didn’t wear a skirt at all.”
“Maybe,” conceded Lynn, “but I
just like the idea of breaking the rules. If
I thought I could get away with riding to school naked without getting arrested,
I’d do it in a second.”
“Well, me too,” admitted Julie with
a grin.
They mounted up and began the ride to
school. Both girls had pulled their
panties right up between their buttocks, and their bottoms were almost
completely uncovered as they stood up and bent over their handlebars.
Only when a police car unexpectedly overtook them did they sit down
suddenly, a little shocked. It did not stop, though, and Julie could only assume the
driver had either somehow not seen them, or had appreciated the view.
Upon their arrival at the school, they
dutifully reported to the headmaster, carefully fixing their skirts before
pressing the buzzer on his door. Just
before entering, however, Lynn suddenly grasped hold of her waistband and pulled
it upwards. It stayed in place, and
Lynn winked at Julie before entering.
“Good morning girls,” said Mr Dean.
“Ah good, looking a bit more respectable I see.
But, hmm, Lynn, you still seem to be breaking the three-inch rule
there.”
“Really?”
Lynn feigned surprise. “I
measured it this morning and it was exactly three inches, wasn’t it Julie?”
“Well we’ll see what the ruler says,
shall we?” Mr Dean took a ruler
out of his desk and came over to Lynn. Bending
down, he held one end of the ruler against the top of her knee-cap, and pointed
to where Lynn’s hem came to on the scale.
“Five-and-a-half,” he said. “Rather
too short, I think.”
“Oh, wait sir, I think my skirt must
have got hitched up while I cycled in. Hang
on a sec.” She tugged her
waistband back into position. “Is
that better?”
Mr Dean’s eyes narrowed.
“Three inches,” he said. “Very
well. But be careful, Lynn, that
your hemline does not stray upwards again.”
“Yes sir,” said Lynn.
“Okay girls, you may go.
I’ll see you again this time tomorrow.”
Julie and Lynn left the room, and, once
outside, Julie playfully slapped her friend’s bottom. “Naughty!” she chided Lynn.
Her friend simply giggled.
The morning was spent in similar manner
to the day before. The girls spent
most of their lessons with their skirts wrapped around their waists, and once or
twice they allowed themselves to be groped, though they would allow no
penetration except by each other’s fingers.
Lynn’s anus was still very sore, and although she could fortunately now
sit down, she constantly shifted uncomfortably from one buttock to the other in
order to relieve the nagging pain.
“I need to poo,” she whispered to
Julie, “but it hurts too much.”
“You’ll just have to hold it in
then,” replied Julie.
“But what if I don’t recover for
days and days?”
“Then more and more will build up
inside you, until you just can’t hold it in any more and you have to let it
out, no matter where you are. Whether
you are walking down a busy street, or sitting in the crowded carriage of a tube
train, you’ll have to let out all that poo into your panties.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,”
said Lynn with a grin.
“Are you wearing a bra?”
“Nope.”
“Good.
Mind if I fondle your breasts?”
“Be my guest.”
“I’ll have to undo all your shirt
buttons.”
“All of them? Okay.”
As usual, they were sitting at the back
of the classroom. The teacher, Mr
Edmonds, could not see them well enough to notice when Lynn’s shirt slowly but
surely came undone. Julie, having
unfastened the last button, untucked her friend’s shirt and parted it slightly
in the middle. This action was not
lost on the surrounding boys, whose attention now became riveted to Lynn’s
chest.
Julie slid one hand inside Lynn’s
shirt, began to stroke the smooth skin of her tummy, then moved up to Lynn’s
left breast, cupping it with her hand, squeezing it gently, and brushing her
fingers across Lynn’s erect nipple. Lynn
moaned very softly, her eyes closed.
“Hey, are you two lesbians?”
inquired Mark, who was sitting on the other side of Lynn.
Julie liked Mark, but she wasn’t sure
she wanted word to get around that she and Lynn were lovers.
“No Mark,” she said. “We’re
just really good friends. Hey,
can you slip Lynn’s shirt off her shoulder on your side?”
“Gladly!”
Mark began to pull Lynn’s shirt off her left shoulder, and Julie did
the same on Lynn’s right. Lynn
opened her eyes and stared at Julie with a mixture of alarm and excitement.
Julie smiled reassuringly at her, and she relaxed, smiling.
Lynn’s shirt fell down to her elbows,
leaving her upper body completely exposed.
Her tie hung loosely around her neck and dangled between her naked
breasts. She stared defiantly at
the girls who were glaring at her in disgust, and lapped up the attention of the
enraptured boys.
“Mark,” whispered Julie, “would
you please be so good as to start massaging Lynn’s left breast?”
Mark’s look of joy was wonderful to
behold. He quickly fastened his
hand to Lynn’s breast before Julie could change her mind, and began to squeeze
and caress it lovingly. Julie was
by now doing the same to Lynn’s right breast.
“What’s going on back there?”
demanded Mr Edmonds. He began to
walk over.
Lynn dithered. On the one hand she was longing to be caught like this, but
on the other, could she really afford to be sent to the headmaster twice in one
week (and by the same teacher each time) for indecently exposing herself?
She made her mind up and hastily pulled
her shirt back into position, arranging her tie carefully over the opened
buttons, and pulled her skirt down. “Nothing’s
going on, Mr Edmonds,” she said.
“Let me see your skirt,” the teacher
ordered her.
Lynn swung her legs around to
demonstrate how decent she was.
“Hmmph.
Well good, I’m glad to see you’re wearing something sensible today.
If I were Mr Dean I’d have had you suspended.”
He turned on his heel and walked to the front of the class.
“No libido at all, that man,”
remarked Julie, and Lynn giggled quietly.
“Hey,” said Lynn, “what would you
think about inviting Mark to join us in the toilets for our lunchtime naked
romp?”
“Um, sure, if you like.”
“Excellent!” Lynn turned and whispered to Mark, whose eyes suddenly
widened. He nodded
enthusiastically, and Lynn smiled at him.
During Lunch Break they all met in the
girls’ toilets. Julie did not
strip naked, as she normally would have done, for she was not yet sure about
displaying all of her body to Mark. Lynn,
however, had no such compunctions. She undressed completely in front of the basins, then
casually sauntered into a stall with her clothes.
Mark, who was standing nearby, watched with his mouth open.
“Come on in, Mark,” Lynn invited
him.
“Is there room in there for all three
of us?” asked Mark.
“There is if we all squeeze up
together really close,” said Lynn. “Think
you can handle that?”
Mark did not have to be asked twice.
He entered the cubicle, and somehow they managed to get the door closed.
Mark placed one hand on Lynn’s breast, staring down at it with awed
delight, and began to caress it gently.
Julie watched him, and she smiled as she
began to become aroused at the sight of Mark fondling her lover.
“Kiss her, Mark,” she instructed him.
Mark looked questioningly at Lynn,
unsure of whether she would permit this.
Lynn nodded. “Do as Julie says, Mark,” she said.
Mark placed his lips to Lynn’s, and
they began to kiss, parting their lips and sliding their tongues into each
other’s mouth. Mark put his arms
around Lynn and held her naked body against him, french-kissing her as if this
was their last day on Earth.
Lynn broke free first.
“Mmm, that was nice,” she said.
“What else does Julie say?”
Julie smiled. “Julie says: Mark, unzip your trousers and take out …
whatever it is you’ve got in there.”
Mark chuckled nervously and, with some
hesitation, proceeded to pull out his hardening member.
Lynn cooed with delight as she saw it, and she looked at Julie
expectantly.
“Julie says: Lynn, get down on your
knees and take Mark’s cock into your mouth.”
Lynn rolled up her skirt into a ball,
dropped it on the floor, then sank to her knees, using her skirt as a cushion.
She took Mark’s penis in her hand and guided into her open mouth.
“Now suck it,” instructed Julie.
“Suck it and masturbate it at the same time.”
Lynn obeyed, while Mark put out his hand
to steady himself. His breathing
grew heavier and he closed his eyes. “That
feels great,” he murmured.
“Julie says: swap positions.
Mark, you get on your knees and lick Lynn’s pussy.”
Lynn stood up and placed her feet wide
apart, while Mark knelt on Lynn’s skirt and began to lick her pussy.
He ran his tongue in between her labia and then began to suck on her
clitoris. Lynn moaned with pleasure
and began to squeeze her own breast with her hand.
Julie pulled up her skirt, slid a hand
into her panties, and began to masturbate as she watched them.
She let Mark continue licking for a couple of minutes, then she said,
“Julie says: Mark, lick two of your fingers and slide them into Lynn’s
cunt.”
He did so, and Lynn sighed happily as
Mark’s probing fingers caressed the moist flesh deep inside her.
She leaned over to kiss Julie, and their tongues met in a passionate oral
caress.
“Now,” said Julie, “Julie says:
put two fingers of your other hand in my cunt.”
Mark could hardly believe his luck as he
found himself with his fingers buried deep in the cunts of two different girls
at the same time. He slid his
fingers in and out, stroking the girls’ vaginal walls, for a couple of minutes
until Julie stopped him.
“Mark, do you have any condoms with
you?” she asked.
“No, I’m afraid not,” said Mark.
“It’s not a standard part of my schoolbag inventory.”
“That’s a shame. I’d have let you fuck Lynn if you’d had one.”
Julie sighed. “Still, never mind.”
Mark looked very disappointed.
“I’ll bring some in next week,” he said.
“Who says we’ll feel the same way
next week? But take heart –
I’ll let you put your fingers in my arsehole if you like.”
Mark removed his fingers from Lynn’s
cunt and began to push them against Julie’s tight anal sphincter.
Slowly her resilient flesh gave way, and his two fingers started to
disappear into her rectum. Two fingers of his other hand were still working away at her
cunt. Julie moaned with pleasure.
“Lynn,” she said, “start sucking
on his cock again. See if you can
get him to come.”
As Lynn started sucking on his erection
once again, Mark continued to work his fingers deeper into Julie’s anus.
As he did this, he slid his tongue between her labia and licked hungrily
at her clitoris. Julie’s smile
spoke volumes – she was in heaven.
Lynn, however, had other ideas.
“Julie,” she said, “why don’t you let Mark screw your anus?
You can’t get pregnant that way.”
Julie considered this.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she said.
“Oh come on,” pressed Lynn.
“You know you’ll like it. I’d
offer my own arse, but I’m still very sore back there.”
“What the heck,” said Julie.
“But there’s not enough room in here.
We’ll have to get out of this stall.”
Lynn listened. “Sounds pretty quiet out there,” she said.
“But I’ll keep watch, just in case.”
They exited the stall and Lynn went to
the door. Opening it a crack, she
reported that the corridor was empty. Julie
got on to her hands and knees, using her clothes as padding against the hard
floor, and Mark positioned himself behind her.
“I can’t believe I’m doing
this,” he said. “Will it be
really messy?”
“Possibly,” conceded Julie, “but
I’m sure Lynn will lick you clean afterwards.”
Mark placed the head of his erection at
the entrance to Julie’s anus. Already
slick with her juices, it seemed well-lubricated already, but Mark
surreptitiously spat into his hand and rubbed his saliva around his penis before
attempting entry.
Julie’s anus began to give way, and
she closed her eyes with pleasure, absorbed in the sensation of being
penetrated. This was her first
time, and it was incredibly exciting to her that she was losing her anal
virginity before ever having had a man’s penis in her vagina.
Mark got his penis part-way in, then
stopped. “Ouch,” he said.
“Ooh, don’t stop, that feels
nice,” said Julie.
“Yeah, but…” Mark grunted a
little. “Every time I try to push
it in, my foreskin gets pulled back, and it hurts.
It would no doubt be easy if I were circumcised, but as it is I’m
having a little trouble here.”
“Well I’m sorry Mark, but I didn’t
bring any Vaseline. You’ll just
have to do the best you can.”
“My brother Tom isn’t
circumcised,” said Lynn conversationally.
“I think he has trouble with anal sex too.”
“Your brother talks to you about anal
sex?” inquired Julie, surprised.
“Yeah, we talk about lots of stuff.
He uses baby oil as a lubricant mostly, I think.”
“Well we don’t have any of that
either. Still struggling, Mark?
Ow!”
“Sorry,” muttered Mark, who had just
inserted a finger alongside his penis and was trying to use it like a shoehorn.
“I never thought it would be this difficult.”
“Are you making any progress?” asked
Lynn.
“Yeah, slowly,” said Mark.
He continued to work himself further and further into Julie’s rectum,
helped, from time to time, by a fresh infusion of spittle.
“I’m in!” he suddenly announced
proudly, as his loins pressed against Julie’s buttocks.
He grasped her hips and wiggled a little, achieving a few more
millimetres of depth.
“That feels wonderful,” Julie moaned blissfully.
Mark eased himself out a fraction, then
thrust slowly back in, wincing slightly as he felt himself peeled back a little.
With subsequent thrusts, however, he grew more confident, and he spat on
to the base of his shaft in order to inject more liquid into Julie’s rectum. Before long he was pumping with gleeful vigour, and Julie’s
moans were becoming loud enough to carry out into the corridor.
“Hush there, sweetie!” Lynn
cautioned her, looking out nervously. But
it was still all quiet. Then, tired
of being left out, Lynn let the door close and came over to lie down beside
Julie. She lay on her back and
spread her legs. “Why don’t you
finger me while you’re buggering Julie?” she suggested.
Mark, his face red with exertion,
reached down and slid two fingers into Lynn’s vagina.
He began to thrust them in and out of her in time with the strokes of his
penis inside Julie’s anus.
“Come on, I can take more than two,”
said Lynn. “See if you can get
your whole hand inside me.” She
knew he wouldn’t be able to, but she also knew it would be nice to feel him
try.
Mark obeyed. Working five fingers into her pussy, he came to a halt at the
third set of knuckles, but by this time Lynn was happily masturbating, gyrating
her hips and thoroughly enjoying having a full cunt.
“Oh gosh I’m coming,” whispered
Mark, and he quivered as his jerking penis pumped semen up into Julie’s
bowels. He collapsed on to her
back, exhausted. “That … was
… fantastic,” he panted.
“For me too,” said Julie, removing
herself from underneath him. “Well
done, Mark – you came through for me in the end.”
“What a terrible pun!” remarked
Lynn. “Come on, let’s get
dressed and go outside to flash car drivers.
I feel the need to have an orgasm, and I don’t mind who sees me have
it.”
“Coming to watch us, Mark?” asked
Julie.
“Sure,” said Mark, getting to his
feet. “You’re going to
masturbate out in front of school?”
“I thought I might,” said Lynn with
a sweet smile. “Come on, loverboy,
let’s get you cleaned up.”
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