CHAPTER ELEVEN
There was no strangeness about being naked and covered with jism, at least not to Janet. She was thinking, but not panicky. Rather, she wanted to settle Irene's nerves, to get her back to reality.
She reached for the other woman, who had been reaching to comfort her. But she was squatting in an awkward and very s*x-opened position, and when Janet's hand went under Irene's body it slipped into widely spread cunt lips. Slobbering and pasty with a flood of c*m, too. Irene had on no panties.
Turning, Janet hugged the bigger woman and pulled her gently to rest on the blanket. Irene was sobbing in frustrated rage.
"They can't hide!" she sniffed. "We've got their clothes! They'll have to come back and face the music, Janet!"
Janet, brought from her shock by a number of thin
