"I'm getting horny," Keri sighed.

"Me too," Lauren giggled.

"I think you're both sick," Amy snapped. She was still kneeling with her ass towards the boys behind her.

"Well, if he's thinking that, it's probably about you, Amy. He's probably imagining you without your suit. That wouldn't be hard the way you're kneeling."

"He's probably kneeling behind you right now, pumping away," Lauren taunted.

Amy quickly swivelled around, sitting on her heels and glaring at the boys. "Quit it, you guys," she complained.

"I thought you liked being a cockteaser," Lauren snickered.

"Well, yeah, but… It's just weird to think about some guys thinking things like that about you."

"They do. You think about fucking them too, especially when you jerk off."

"I don't… do that," she finished, embarrassed.

"Liar!" Lauren and Keri both said.

"Everyone does, and you think about them naked when you do, don't you?" Keri teased. "Who do you fantasize about when you do it?"

"Stop it! God, you two… How am I supposed to look any boy in the face any more, wondering that?" she complained.

"I asked Mike Allan whether he did or not," Keri confided.

"You did?" Amy gasped. "You actually asked him if he dreamed about fucking you?"

"It was after I'd fucked him," Keri said, grinning.

"What did he say?" Lauren asked.

"He said that for a while he jerked-off while he dreamed about fucking me, and did it every night and every morning. He dreamed once that he bought me as a slave and owned me."

"What a sicko!" Amy gasped.

"He dreamed he was an Arab Sheik and owned me as a slave and kept me naked all the time."

"Mmmmmmm. I'm really getting horny!" Lauren sighed.

"I'm getting sick!" Amy said.

"Oh, stop being so virginal," Keri sighed.