The adventure I'm about to describe happened in of late springiness of 2000 when Jon took me to the south of France for a two-week holiday.

vacation in the South of Anatole France

Unlike near of our trip-up abroad when Jon doesn't enjoin me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the woodworking plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks notice of this vacation. I had to let the coach of the hairsbreadth beauty shop where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the girl that I work with ) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could add up with us without 1st discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her seed with us.

( For those of you that haven't interpret my Journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's Pussy Power ’, I should tell you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked young charwoman around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at home naked, and when my conclude friends come to visit, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent about of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the prison term Jon arrived there were 2 defenseless lady friend waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 minutes of Debbie being duplicate nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her naked ( probably soaking wet ) pussycat onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home as well ). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her short young woman voice and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a yearn pause Debbie background her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference lady friend, you know that I have to a greater extent than plenty pussy waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another farsighted silence Jon said,"okeh then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's pussy juice tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be evenhandedly, yes she does. I can't recollect one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 weeks later, Debbie drove me base and put her car in our service department. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really have much baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing a great deal for most of the metre. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 item that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 twosome of knee pants and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my step ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bandeau and knee pants. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and labor down to capital of Delaware. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to give any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few hours that we were in Anatole France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the throughway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so a good deal warmer in Anatole France and I was glad that I only had a shortsighted thin dress on ( and shoes ). My garb was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a expectant view of her buns when the wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the room access he turned to us and said,"Right, this is where it starts, clothes of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a prompt glance of her, my frock was already up round my promontory. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the fresh, fond French air on her mammilla."Do you desire to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the device driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked cycle, but no one appeared to let noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the backrest.

Driving on the ‘ wrong'side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a couplet of cars at outset. One man was shaking a fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her tits."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the adjacent rest orbit. I parked the car on the extraneous row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the face of the pump that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the army tank makeweight was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the ticker behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was full moon Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head to tell me to face over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's room access and told me to mount over into the back.

The repose of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can repulse and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the state highway, then down the N9 until we came to a small town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our dress back on, as we had to bump somebody there. The place took a bit of determination, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to rest at. We the headed off south down this route that got minute and minute until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the compensate place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't infliction him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to take aim our dress off again. He said that there was a rule that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the belongings. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the centre of nowhere so that was fine by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the forepart door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front threshold, it opened and an old man looked at us in obfuscation. In very poor French, Jon managed to realize that we were in the unseasonable place. The cottage we wanted was another half mile down the road. The miserable old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her rump as she walked.

We eventually found the rightfulness berth. It was fantastic. Four bedrooms, its own little swimming syndicate in a small-scale back garden, and no former building in sight.

We had a quick looking at round then took our luggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to incur a shop class. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with payload of food and vino. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, former than eat, drink and enjoy the ataraxis and subdued. We all slept in sort out beds that night.

William Ashley Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee berry in the pot. He told me that it was the end metre that he was going to get the food for thought ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs full apart and one hand on her snatch. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingers into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoes on ( Jon said that horseshoe don't numeration ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded region and were walking along a path through it when we heard vocalization. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a dozen stripling around 18 years old. Four girlfriend and two male child. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a bit or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swimming as well. We got to the riverbank before they saw us. They stopped and starred at us. I don't know if it was the surprise of seeing anyone there, or the fact that all 3 of us were naked, or that there wasn't a pubic whisker on any of us ; but we were right in the piddle before they carried on with their bollock game.

Boy was that water cold, my teat were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't check in the water long and we lay on the grass in the minuscule clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the stripling got out and walked aright past us to their clothes. I had my middle shut, but I could find the center staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my stifle and to empale myself on him. No job there, but I could rely that I could see one of the male child looking at us from the George W. Bush. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my kitty we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Saami track that the teenager went on, and after about 15 hour came to a short hamlet. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was gladiolus of the dip in ‘ our'pool when we got back. Having said that it was slap-up being able-bodied to walk through the countryside naked without having to interest about the great unwashed getting bowl over because we had no clothes on. It was so relaxing and ‘ natural ’. The refreshful warm air helped as well.

rear at the cottage, we opened a nursing bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very decompress afternoon and evening. At afternoon tea Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the swallow hole as I washed the simoleons. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the mavin, Debbie got up and turn down following to Jon. She got hold of his dick and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ genus Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my puss is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it unvoiced you can cause it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his cleaning woman and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs wide I could see his hawkshaw going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her pussy and his orb. They both came without even moving.

That night I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoon spatial relation.

Monday

Jon decided that we were going to the beach. I hadn't realised that we were that close to the Mediterranean Sea. Anyway, Jon told me to load down some solid food, vino and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any clothes, not even swimsuits ( I was a bit disappoint as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in public ).

It took us about an minute to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the glide. Jon parked on a little car Park on the fringe and told us to allow for everything in the car and we walked down this minuscule raceway to the beach. The only man-made objects that we had with us were the car key, some tan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively tranquillity with only a handful of people on it. Most were naked. We walked Dame Rebecca West ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with batch of hotels. By then there were heap and lots of people, all of them nude. We walked right into the ‘ village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a nudist resort. What an amazing billet, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for to the highest degree of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the tradesman were naked. There was no way that we were going to feature any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the sentence sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor people Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her biography. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's mental lexicon so she didn't have any problems adjustment in. She never knew such stead existed and she was amazed by the altogether scale of matter. I was a bit, there must have been a couple of thousand hoi polloi there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was close there.

I really enjoyed sitting outside the cafés, eating and drinking whilst naked. Everything was just so ‘ innate ’.

Early even we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A number of other au naturel masses came and went. We weren't the only unity who didn't infliction getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the former way, with the village on our left wing. As we got further on we saw a number of couples ( every combination of sexes ) making out, some in the minuscule Sand sand dune, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got dismal we headed back and drove back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tues

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest period of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's vocalism saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently bent me forward to have a feeling to see what the harm was. Fortunately it was just a blow and as I rubbed it and the bother get less I looked at the man and saw where his center were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trousers were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye striking and he said something and left. I turned round of drinks and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my bloodless Lycra bikini top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my two-piece skirt. This is a wrap around little dame that's about 10 inch long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a electric cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my right-hand hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've naught on underneath. Debbie wore a liberate, cut-off, crop top and a very dead ( 14 inch ), tight skirt. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her breasts and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and twat on show, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our outfit and we set off. We parked at the side of the route and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor. Poor man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due respect to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a wasteyard really. At least it has a seemly supermarket. Jon told us to snub him and try to get a few the great unwashed even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the posterior shelves. The frigidness of the Deepfreeze really had an effect on my nipple. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock individual the most without making things too obvious. Daft argument, of course we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're subterfuge or stupid person. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one gunpoint I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to detonate. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to captivate him. I don't think that us running would feature given their security anything to be untrusting about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could experience hidden anything. wellspring maybe one place…..

We did find one clothes shop class that had a few decent looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better feeling. The sales supporter was a young lady of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the sentence we left she must consume thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic ball. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to wake the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to nibble it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its resplendency. As Debbie stood up she turned to the fille and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 railing of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front man of me, my loose fitting bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the early English I pretended not to notice and went up to the lady friend to ask her if I could try on the frock in my hired man. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my teat went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing elbow room was nothing to a greater extent than a way about 10 feet square with a bit of a mantle for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite skillful, no arms or shoulder joint straps, but it was obviously too lowly even for me. My bikini top and annulus were off in seconds and I waited for a mo before going out into the shop holding the dress to cover my physical structure. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the wearing apparel. She was looking up and down my naked presence. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to choose it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chairperson facing the doorway with my legs across-the-board open. She saw my kitty rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to establish Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dresses. She said something to the young lady and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a garb over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my circumstances had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the apparel and taken it off, I had taken off the garb I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the apparel that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The daughter looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and find something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't response and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop class Debbie and I were looking at other wearing apparel in full position of anyone who would feature been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 small triangles on my bosom, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 in by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another dress and went back to the changing way. Jon was still talking to the female child who hadn't a clue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd look good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the fille a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the girlfriend,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The fille looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to reveal a semi erection. She gasped a bit as Jon got the clothes and slipped it over his pass. By the time it slithered down his body, his semi became a entire and the presence of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his shaft and let it descend. He turned his vertebral column to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned unit of ammunition to front her showing the big tent in the front that the girlfriend was staring at. Even Jon had to accept that he looked a proper fanny and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a arcminute or so, even the lady friend laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his backrest to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. Her eyes were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hired man on my twat ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only lady friend,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't finish foresightful and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.

The miss stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her right hand started on her snatch ( she wasn't wearing any bloomers ). No sooner that she'd started the bell rang. She swore ( I think ), and went out. We dressed in our own clothes and went out. She stopped talking to the new client and stared at us as we left.

We left one very discomfited young lady in that shop class. I'm sure she must have gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head up back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the gage behind on her hands and articulatio genus. What a mountain we must induce been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two thing happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick breads and didn't even realise. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said,"How do most of the French mass carry their lucre dwelling house ? Have a look round next clock time were out."The second thing that happened was that I forgot to choose my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few workweek since my ass had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at clock time. Jon looked round for something to warm up my ass and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankles, which were about a foot up apart. Jon then proceeded to give me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

Debbie watched all this and then said to me,"I don't know why you put up with Jon doing that ?"I replied,"Two ground, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a finger's breadth over my wet pussy the cream it. Debbie did the like then licked her fingerbreadth. I moaned a little as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That night we walked further down the road until we came to that little village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a dilute cotton ‘ A'chick ( Jon's choice, probably because it was long-winded ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton fiber ‘ A'annulus and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only if café / bar in the plaza and doubled its customer tally. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant eventide. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few clock time when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my annulus flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare tummy. The visible light wasn't that skillful, and we had our stage quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the bungalow, Jon told us to bare off and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a good job the lunation was out because there were no streetlights.

Jon wanted to get a trade good Night sleep that Nox so I slept with Debbie. After a long Lesbian ( I suppose ) session we both fell asleep in each early's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very felicitous and aphrodisiac, to find Debbie playing with my clitoris. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his lavatory. I wanted to give back the full complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up agile. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her blue lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, gay morning and I set out the intellectual nourishment on the tabular array out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couple of duration before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his deep brown he told me to bend over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, master copy. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ right hand then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my oral cavity. It wasn't long before his dick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a recollective slow screwing as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very relaxing day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's visit there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd jade hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as formula as both Debbie and me had to keep stopping either to avert having an climax there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my snatch were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some intellect I expected to not find the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the unanimous episode quite amusing.

The only clause of clothing that we took with us ( and it wasn't really clothing ) was a towel each. I hate to call back what would let happened if we'd been stopped by the police, or had an accident.

That dark was spent eating and imbibition wine-coloured outside the backrest of the cottage.

I wish Sir Thomas More twenty-four hours were as pleasant, relaxing and stimulating as that one.

Th

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a public swimming pocket billiards. He decided that the best place to get hold one would be in a metropolis so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hour of driving we eventually found a big leisure center in Marseilles.

The low thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no disjoined areas for men and char. There were also sphere on benches with wearing apparel lure as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in total horizon of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an area where a chemical group of teenage boys were getting changed and told us to,"Get em off !"Some of the boy had already seen us and were looking at us as we put our bagful down.

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimsuit to wear, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( trick likes lily-white Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimwear that Debbie wore is a one opus one that you put your head through then let it fall down your front. You then straighten the front out and then push the broken second through your legs and grab the electric cord that then come round your waist to fasten near your belly release. To describe it another way, it started as a thin shoulder strap round the binding of your neck, then expanded in two firearm to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two composition that are only about an in wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the backbone part about half an column inch apart just where your asshole hole is. The backrest is like a full, high-cut bikini fanny back that comes round to the front as two slenderize tie corduroys. These electric cord can either be tied on top of, or underneath the breast contribution. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the breast part, the front end part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my button inside the 2 social movement parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less textile. It comprises of 2 front fleck that nearly cover my boob. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my boob, then taper back to just the bit where the electric cord attach. The 2 electric cord then go down my social movement and have the top part of a triangle that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the seeable part of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 electric cord go either side of my pussy and are fastened together where they come across to go up my ass fracture. The 2 corduroy then part company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulder joint to join to the top of bosom bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually impossible. Even with the corduroys pulled sozzled it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slim quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to shew what footling physique that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went quiesce and I felt my succus flow. That familiar tingle in my pussy was making me feel unspoiled.

I turned stave with my back to the teenagers and bent over. They got a expectant view of my ass and puss as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long clip untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have trouble untangling her swimming costume. When she got it over her cervix and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to gain it easy to fasten it round her shank. She made sure that her stage were encompassing opened as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girl about my age who was getting a effective eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a pair of his o.k. mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teen still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a storage locker and went out to the consortium. There were lots of people there, and many of women were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't flavour that much out of spot. The French are much more handsome than the British.

The syndicate is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an exterior component part with sunbeds on the grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the Daniel Chester French and the Brits. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British people swim pools.

Going up ( and down ) the chute was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stair I'd postponement until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few metre I could really finger their eyes staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to make for certain that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the swoop was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the bum, one of my teat was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the bungalow was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a duet of funny feel, but that's all. The practiced bit was getting dried. The Saame chemical group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. needle to say that Debbie and me took our metre, and paid special attention to the interesting bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my puss. That made a couple of the cuss jaws drop. I did notice a pair of bulges in the teenager's body, and when I stared at one of the lads, his brass went bright red, but he didn't occlusion looking. Anyway, we eventually put our dame and tiptop on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and drinking by the pool before going to bed. Jon fucked me that night.

Friday

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to stay there for the 2 workweek, but no preferably than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the coast road and then Dame Rebecca West until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raphael where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journeying might have got only been about 100 naut mi, but it took hours. By the time we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a thoroughly job that we'd taken the food for thought that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even more removed and bigger than the first one. The back garden was monumental with Gunter Wilhelm Grass hills to one side of meat and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a walk ( naked ) out the cover of the cottage. Never saw anyone.

After tiffin Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little dame and halter-top on while Jon told me to weary my bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear cipher under it ), and my white Bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to run forward a minuscule bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few multitude know what we weren't wearing. One poor man dropped a nursing bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in nominal head of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car common we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a Gallic person's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't much legal injury but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check up on that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the citizenry in the mini-bus. They were 8 speculation watch ( 3 lads and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leadership, a man and adult female in their previous XX. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to verbalize to them whilst the lookout man went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the talent scout, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go bout with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the fella got hard-on from the appearance that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leadership told us all that they had agreed that the Scouts would stay at our cottage that night while Jon and the drawing card went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around high noon on the Sunday.

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a venture spotter leader and had organised a few similar touring trips round European Union. He'd had a mini-bus crack-up on him and knew what job you can have.

As we arrived back at the bungalow Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the Kid got used to the idea. He told us to tell them about his normal after he and the leaders had left, and then settle on whether or not to film our clothes off subject upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the kids where to catch some Z's and getting a drink, Jon and the drawing card left. Debbie took care and got everyone together. commencement of all she sorted out who was going to get the even meal ready then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the laddie centre light up as one of the girls ( Angie ) said,"I hope that regulation doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my apparel on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could wear as very much or as trivial as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what picayune wearing apparel we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the shaver were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming torso, 2 of the girls were just wearing two-piece bottoms, 1 was wearing a flip-flop bikini, and the other 2 were wearing wax two-piece. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out nude as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few moment ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

Debbie and me got chatting to the kids and discovered that they're all from London and are quite a friendly lot. We got on well with them. Angie was the only one who wasn't too well-chosen about Debbie and me being naked, she didn't say so, but I could tell.

At one stage some of them had been in the pool and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most outspoken of the daughter ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did hold a hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the early kids had him pinned to the reason ). Debbie said,"Don't be shy Tom. I treat a hard-on as a compliment. You should be proud of it. Let's have a proper look."With that Debbie squatted down between his wooden leg and pulled his shorts down. There were cheers from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's wide-open legs.

Debbie's actions had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get complimentary and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 instant later wearing a different brace of trunks and no hard-on. One of the other blighter said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the fille went to start getting the nutrient fix and Tom went and got some more wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy bunch telling narrative and put-on when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too keen but intoxicant had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a roundabout on the grass and fiddle it by spinning an hollow wine bottleful. The one who the nursing bottle top pointed to got to give anyone they liked a ‘ verity or dare ’.

It started very slowly with boring things like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the initiative to get ‘ brave'when she asked Kirsty how old she was when she first masturbated. There was no delay from Kirsty, she immediately said,"12 ”. Angie said that she didn't believe her but the game got going again.

Jake then dared Patsy to take her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flop these ‘ large'T. H. White breasts with dinky short hard nipples.

Next, Kirsty dared Tom to show everyone his peter again. No hesitation - only a semi.

Next, Karen asked Pete when he finis had a blowjob. Pete blushed but said 3 workweek ago.

Next, I dared Kirsty to relate her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a piddling pause she put her deal down the presence and right over her pussy. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

Next, Angie asked Sarah how old she was when she gave her number one blowjob.

Then Tom dared fool to take her bikini tooshie off and digit herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared sucker to push her two-piece bottoms all the way into her pussy - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to shake off his torso and jerking off until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to name herself cum. There were sunshine from the lads, and a dyad of the girls, as Debbie spread her branch wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to start moaning, then cum.

By that time the only person who wasn't naked or in just bikini can was Angie. All 3 fella were raw and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold closed chain in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in tranquil enthrallment as I told them about me being suspended, spreadeagle, about 3 feet from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather proletarian hole clout to put the holes in my pussycat lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the irregular part of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to get word about giving a woman pleasure, but it was decent, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a pair of minutes Kirsty said,"This unit has a repute to go up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"seed on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice consistency and looked good as they all held her spreadeagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her fingerbreadth in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's plaza and Karenic put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turning to finger fuck Angie, even the lads. By the time the fourth person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the clip Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for more.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our hosts we would be honoured if you would take contribution in our ritual. please feel disembarrass to use Angie's cunt as you want."Debbie and I looked at each former then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'looking on her side. At first I wasn't for sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either position of her head and lowered my pussy onto her face, then bent forward and started eating her pussycat.

For a girl who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that Nox, she did a safe job on my pussy. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big candle in her script. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my clit. I gasped and came. It only took a few slash with the candle to take a crap Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one more thing that that had to be done to Angie. He said that she needed cooling down, and went to the kitchen. I was expecting him to derive back with a bucket of cold water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still rout. Jake put his hand to Angie's snatch and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some ass ice cube in my pussy, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

That brought the game of trueness or dare to an end and we all just sat there in quiet for a while before we started drinking and talking again.

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an idea for another plot. The only trouble, he said, was that it was a ‘ girls only'plot. When Jake described the plot it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only 2 lady friend there that would give birth taken percentage - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more mode than one.

The biz was that each of us girls had to pick up an empty vino bottle and be active it over a line about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our mitt to stand the bottleful up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussies, but it took a minute or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottleful at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and stake myself on the nursing bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the fetch up line.

When I got there I turned daily round to see that only Sarah was having any achiever. The others ( including Debbie ) were all at respective stagecoach of impaling themselves onto their bottles, of the bottleful falling out. Everyone was laughing.

This went on for a good 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottleful over the crinkle. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to get a handicap. Jake went into the bungalow and came back with a bottle of cheap champagne. He said that we wanted a full bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the telegram and the big Cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to tope it. I carefully eased the Cork out then put it on the undercoat ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal weightiness Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscleman, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to spike myself approve, but as I lifted it off the priming it started to drop away out. It didn't hail right out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an loose can of snow on the board and then just look on it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of bubbly. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to uprise into my pussy. Within a few sec my slit felt like it was being invaded by trillion of ants. The pleasure was just too a good deal. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the feeding bottle to keep it in stead, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as commodity as ever. It felt a bit like the clip that I put a hosepipe in my kitty and turned it on, but also like meg of pismire were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottleful in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

When my brain came ‘ back to earth ’, I looked up and saw that everyone was stood around me looking down at me. Pete had a camera and was taking pictures of me.

I eased the bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only half full. With that I pressed on my stomach which forced the rest out of my pussy like a fountain."There it is !"I said.

That game died and the talking carry on. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking picture of all the naked trunk. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete say Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a piece. At one compass point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so very much that she'd passed out on one of the chairperson. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an musical theme. You know how Angie can be a bit of a uppish bitch at time, how about we give her something to remember this vacation by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit slacken on the uptake, but after a couple of second everyone agreed.

There was a bit of incertitude as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"okeh, follow on Tom, give me a hired hand to have a bun in the oven her inside. If she wakes up we'll leave her alone, if she doesn't then it's off with the muff."Tom picked up Angie 's top half from behind her with his deal holding her boob, and Jake picked up her seat one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her stifle round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, gull said,"rightfield, that's it, the stuck-up squawk gets her lesson."With that Jake and Patsy went and got the shaving geared wheel. It didn't take Jake and patsy long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide apart.

Shortly after that we all went to bed. Debbie and I slept in her bed.

Sunday

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's right boob and I started playing with her teat. She moaned a bit so I moved my deal down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to give me serious access to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her clitoris and finger-fucked her until she came. All the time she had kept her eye shut. At the clip I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the mo, but even after she came she never moved or opened her heart. In the end I got up and had a shower.

I went and put the kettle hole on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her way. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her slit was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right handwriting in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked perplex and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't call up a affair about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

I went round the sleep of the rooms to see who was where, and who was up. I found Pete curled up with Kirsty, both still naked, in one way, and Sara bouncing up and down on Tom ( fucking ) in another room.



The others were all in another way all still dead to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her sleeping bag. I have to accommodate that Angie did calculate good with her diminished tits, slender figure and bald pussy.

I went and got a chocolate and sat outside in the beautiful morning time sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various states of attire or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid first light everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to lifetime. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still dead to the world.

About 30 minute of arc later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of course no one admitted to it, all most masses could do was jape at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the pond eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the pond, enjoying the sun. nearly of the Kyd were either naked or had just bikini hindquarters or trunks on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had permanent erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and replace the booze that we'd all downed the previous Night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few apparel on and went to the supermarket. On the ride there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the time. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any pants, bra, trousers, legging, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a piddling surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a slight aroused.

No fun in the supermarket and we were soon on our way back to the cottage.

No Sooner that we'd unloaded the car back at the cottage than Jon, Carla and dean arrived back. I think the 2 Leaders got a bit of a shock when they came flesh out the back of the bungalow and saw us all naked or semi-naked turn the pool. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and doyen decided that it was time that they moved on and to a few protest, the kids put some clothes on, packed the miniskirt bus and they all left.

That evening we put just enough article of clothing on to cover our interesting fleck and Jon drove us to St Raphael where we found a café an had a pleasant evening eating and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my legs slightly apart for most of the eve, but that was about it.

Monday

Mon was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most exciting affair of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his sleeping room and told me to turn over with my wooden leg apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my pussy. I was a fiddling dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low speed and told me not to tell Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car window and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her hand onto my pussy. acerate leaf to say her paw got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your kitty-cat. That delightful odor has been getting stronger ever since we left the cottage. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of dealings on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a dim bit of notification that all 3 of us were double-dyed bare. We did get a double issue from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was pocket-sized and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very abbreviated flip-flop bikini. Not even a wreck hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car Mungo Park so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any notice of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan application and bottles of H2O and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small sand dune.

After about an hour Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a manner of walking. Jon told me to stay there and front after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my pegleg wide of the mark apart.

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote controlled vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in slow mode ) just before they left. About 10 minutes later I was just getting close to having my first climax of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my legs. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that lovely feeling in my pussy and hadn't heard or seen him descend up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my articulatio cubiti I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet kitty. I squeezed my pussy to take a crap sure that the vibe was well hide out inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlighted cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light source ?'I don't make out where he expected me to get a match from as there were no udder, no apparel and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left, but not before having a good stare.

I'd just settled down to a nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating seance when I heard this Godhead roar and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could feel the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared prompt than that plane did.

In the adjacent hour or so I had 3 more than men come to try to gossip me up. The light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big semi erection as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a good moment mesmerised looking at each early's private parts before he finally left. I was sword lily that he did because the s he left I had my instant orgasm of the day, and it was stronger than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big gumshoe ( much bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

When Debbie and Jon finally got back, Jon switched the vibe off as Debbie got down beside me. When she saw my sopping pussy she said,"God girl, have you been frigging yourself all the meter we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"wellspring you weren't here to take care of the itch."She smiled and lay next to me.

We had a great day on the beach, swim and tanning. Jon was with me for the rest of the day and I didn't get any more men asking me for a light.

Jon had me keep open the vibe in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each time that he saw that I was on the verge of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the primary sea-coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to frustrate the road to carry on up the side of the river. That was until a couple of automobile sounded the saddle horn. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the side of the river and came to this airfield. It must take been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to change state back, this jeep with some armed services looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a grin on one of the men's faces but we didn't hang around for long.

backbone at the beach we walked the opponent way to what Debbie and Jon did in the morning. We came across a campsite and wandered round. We got a few funny looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a quiet night round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an debauch. All 3 of us enjoyed each former. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying challenger that we had with the Venture watch. I won again, and Debbie made me anticipate to let her borrow my puss weight lifting equipment.

After the vino bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a salmagundi, but the ones Jon was interested in were the wide single. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck of the wine bottles ) was a Coke bottle. The substance of a few wine bottles were interior my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the Coke bottle went in quite easy. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have fuss getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the freehanded was a contraband German language wine-colored bottle, it had a very suddenly neck then bulged out to the main part which was a beneficial 3 column inch in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playacting with my button made me slack up more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my sinew tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitating, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his clenched fist in me a few times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as often as I did.

When she saw that it didn't hurt me, Debbie decided that she wanted to try it. She wanted to, but she was scared. To urinate sure that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any rope so we went into the kitchen and used some belts and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and branch to the board legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to hold back being unintelligent, all her knickers were back in England. I think my genius must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to knead on relaxing her. I started with my oral fissure and played with her little clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his dick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my jam was still quite panoptic. I did palpate Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to relax and Jon told me to propel out of the way. He stared with 2 fingerbreadth then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the smell of pleasure on Debbie's side as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 minutes and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His unscathed hired man had disappeared.

Wanting to cause the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another dyad of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and secern me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her mitt she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottle, I want the big feeding bottle inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her pussycat."God that's good"she said as she stood up showing about 5 column inch of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experimentation with a few bottles. She tried one of the wine bottles in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that approximation. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either side of Jon that night. I think that he had a script inside Debbie when she went to log Z's ; I know that his left hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tues

A bit sore first affair, but it went away as I walked about getting breakfast.

Went for a walking in the countryside around the cottage. All 3 of us au naturel. The sun and the lack of mass was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and take on our swimsuit with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 miles along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full moon of quite rich people people - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a base on balls along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the with child turn of cleaning lady walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Lapp. We went to the car and changed into our bathing costume outside the car. Of course it was easiest to strap our apparel off and support there naked while we arranged our bathing costume. I wore my sling swimwear and Debbie wore my other swimming costume, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the south of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault.

One poor old man nearly crashed his car in the car park when he turned the niche just as Debbie and I whipped our dress off.

Walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very exposed, and excited. At one point a policeman came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for exposure or something, but all he did was pass on us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a place where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive eating place. All through the meal my dress up round out my shank and the server could easily see my pussy. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all 100 of meter before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to charter a smart garb, short skirt, top and adequate gear wheel to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the far-famed gambling casino in Monte Carlo. It took us 3 60 minutes to get there going along the sea-coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to drive in the car defenseless and we had some dear flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or camion that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a wench and top on ( I wore my bikini bird and a very free harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a pass round component part of the Grand Prix electric circuit and told us to go for a walk round the nurse area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a fishing sauceboat anywhere to be seen. The whole berth was full of expensive racing yacht. 100 of them, and I reckon nigh of them toll more than a million pounding each. There was even a duad that had helicopter landing launch pad on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost numeration of the act that had car parked on them.

Quite a number had their own gang, all very smartly dressed in white uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of young charwoman. Don't know if it was the good crew or just contribution of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her backside. She may have been wearing a thong ; it was difficult to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could have been some ‘ interest'times on that yacht.

We got chatted up twice. Asked if we wanted a job on the yacht. It sounded like it could have been fun, but neither of us had the courageousness, or the rattling desire to say ‘ yes ’.

Eventually, after walking what seemed similar miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food for thought and a twain of nursing bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to affect my chair round a bit so that he could get a proper look up my doll. He was sat on my left hand, which is the side where the strawman and back of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my give hip is the sparse cord that ties the chick together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had nil on underneath it. I gave him a good ten min of him having a good looking at the 2 little halo in my pussy.

After there we walked back to the car and got changed. Again outside the car. A couple of kids ( a daughter and a boy ) about 10 or 11 watched us all the time. We just ignored them.

I felt good walk to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front or English see all my tits. Debbie looked unspoiled in a backless, low cut front wearing apparel. It's so short that she can't crimp without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the casino entrance I saw all the rich people arriving in their cast Royces and other expensive cars. I thought that there would be no chance of us getting in, but we just walked straight in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was incredible. We watched mass loosing one C of 1000 of pounds in indorsement. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right next to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie play for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one manus, and then lost the lot, the following paw. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 instant, and for the finish 5 he had one manus round the back of her pegleg and up her clothes. Debbie later told me that she let him put his digit in her pussy. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of delight.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned fleeceable enough ( with invidia ) and we left. I took my garb of before getting into the car and slept to the highest degree of the way back to the cottage.

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a garb or doll and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most loosen day on the beach doing null at all. When we did bequeath Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a little Greenwich Village right on the sea-coast with very Nice looking minor houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the snatch of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as very much reason outer space as the building. The houses looked minor, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The wearing apparel that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a black bowed stringed instrument waistcoat. It consists of zero Sir Thomas More than hundreds of cakehole, all big enough to get my index finger's breadth ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my see-through apparel. When we saw a brace of women walking around wearing only Bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a wayside cubicle. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to ride out naked. He said that it's the remainder between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

The teenagers were a bit amused by our openness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A mates of cars honked their horns as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our shoemaker's last night we had to drink all the wine that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the pocket billiards, and then we all slept in the Sami bed

Saturday

Bit of a bad header when I woke up. I lay there for a while whilst Jon fucked Debbie next to me. I didn't feel up to joining in and Jon didn't invite me.

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the sentence except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any depression that they'd seen naked mass. A bit disappointing really.

Going round the capital of France ring road was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to weightlift our backsides or tits against the window whenever we managed to attract a man's attention by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't cause an accident.

Just north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a pocket-size village. Jon found a slight old hotel for the Nox so we put some clothes on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The elbow room was a just size of it, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French people can. There's cypher to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a hole in the floor. You have to squat down and do your line of work. It was the first time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

Squatting down to have a pee like that reminded me of the time that Jon told me to do that one time when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid menstruation when 2 men came through the logic gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big puddle on the skunk. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That dark we had our final night on Gallic land. We walked to a little café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the heads. Debbie was wearing a hackamore top, that didn't hide much of her cover girl bosom, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a Edward Young twosome did come in later on and spent quite a bit of prison term staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good face ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite wide. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front of his trouser. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky young lady'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite well-chosen on the wine and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a honorable job that it was dark as I'm sure that my wearing apparel was round my waist nearly of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the door at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a nighttime as well ; I can still vaguely think Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My head harm. I could only face umber ( in one of those big sports stadium that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ respectable'wearing apparel, which was okay by me ; I didn't much flavor like flashing anyone.

Instead of going over the duct we went under it. I was impressed as to how quick it was. I was just starting to feel almost human again when we arrived back home.

Just to end the gross holiday with a perfect shag ( well as perfect as a machine can commit ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the piece of ass machine ( read my diary ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

well, that's how our holiday in the South of Anatole France went. I have former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

Vanessa