The escapade I'm about to draw happened in late spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the Dixieland of French Republic for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the South of France

Unlike virtually of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the aeroplane, Jon gave me 3 calendar week observation of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair beauty salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the young woman 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 come with us without kickoff discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift dwelling house. She was going to try to fascinate Jon into letting her cum with us.

( For those of you that haven't study my Journal, or the tarradiddle of ‘ Debbie's puss magnate ’, I should distinguish you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to leave her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't study with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked youth women around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini debauchery ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many multiplication 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 house naked, and when my close protagonist come to visit, they are usually naked within arcminute of arriving. Only the late Sun, Debbie and Bridie had spent to the highest degree of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our indorse garden. )

Debbie and I got dwelling before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked fille waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 minutes of Debbie being extra 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 defenseless ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his gumshoe. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets plate as well ). Jon told her to block off it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl voice and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a prospicient pause Debbie priming her rump down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference of opinion girl, you know that I have more than decent pussycat waiting for me any clip that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another foresighted silence Jon said,"O.K. 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 cock. As usual, Debbie's pussy juices 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 fair, yes she does. I can't remember one fourth dimension when she hasn't.

On the Fri evening 3 week later, Debbie drove me domicile and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really have got much baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few matter that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of knee breeches and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my footfall ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and knickerbockers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and motor down to Dover. It was a Nox ferry crossing and we were all too tired to throw any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the inaugural few 60 minutes that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the motorway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a remainder area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so practically heater in France and I was glad that I only had a short fragile frock on ( and shoes ). My frock was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great view of her backside when the air current blew her wench up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the potty and then back to the car. Jon was in battlefront of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"Right, this is where it starts, dresses of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a speedy glimpse of her, my garb was already up round my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the fresh, ardent French people air on her nipples."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked rhythm, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 defenseless daughter 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 elevator car at first. One man was shaking a clenched fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her titty."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hr later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the adjacent eternal rest country. I parked the car on the out of doors row of gas pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the English of the ticker that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the army tank was to the full Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my credit card 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 state me to take care over to our right field. There was a police car parked there with both policeman looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to climb over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many hoi polloi can drive and take the air around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the motorway, then down the N9 until we came to a small townsfolk called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find mortal there. The place took a bit of finding, 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 stick at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right field place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't fuss him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to have our wearing apparel off again. He said that there was a rule that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the property. 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 front door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bemusement. In very poor French, Jon managed to understand that we were in the wrong billet. The bungalow we wanted was another half mile down the road. The misfortunate old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her backside as she walked.

We eventually found the right place. It was marvelous. Four bedrooms, its own niggling swimming syndicate in a small back garden, and no other construction in visual sense.

We had a quick look stave then took our luggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to see a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of nutrient and wine. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, drinking and bask the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had intellectual nourishment on the tabular array and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the go time that he was going to get the food make. I went to get Debbie and found her deceased on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one manus on her kitty-cat. 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 horseshoe on ( Jon said that place don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a course through it when we heard voices. We followed the sound until we saw a glade with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a XII teenagers around 18 twelvemonth old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so lots fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a minute 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 hair's-breadth on any of us ; but we were right in the H2O before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that body of water frigidness, my nipples were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the water long and we lay on the grass in the petty clarification to get dry and quick up. As we lay there the stripling got out and walked right past us to their clothes. I had my optic shut, but I could sense the centre 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 knees and to spike myself on him. No job there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the crotch hair. He must experience come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my kitty-cat we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the adolescent went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a petty village. Jon didn't particularly want to take the air through that naked, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was sword lily of the dip in ‘ our'pool when we got back. Having said that it was great being able to take the air through the countryside naked without having to worry about people getting upset because we had no clothes on. It was so relaxing and ‘ natural ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

spinal column at the cottage, we opened a bottleful of vino ( or two ) and had a very relaxing good afternoon and eventide. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the star, Debbie got up and deform down next to Jon. She got hold of his cock and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my twat is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it hard you can have it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her branch all-inclusive I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to fare and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juice as I licked her pussycat and his glob. They both came without even moving.

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

Mon

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 compact some intellectual nourishment, wine 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 disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in public ).

It took us about an hour to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car parking area on the outskirts and told us to give everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only semisynthetic objects that we had with us were the car keys, some tan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of people on it. almost were naked. We walked Rebecca West ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a position with band of hotels. By then there were lots and lots of people, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ settlement ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an awe-inspiring place, I never knew such post existed. We stayed there for virtually of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'settlement, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the tradesman were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the clock time sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such shoes existed and she was amazed by the whole exfoliation of things. I was a bit, there must experience been a brace of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last-place there.

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

Early evening 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 naked people came and went. We weren't the only ones who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a turn of couples ( every combination of sexes ) making out, some in the pocket-sized sand dunes, and former in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast quick. There was still no preindication of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the eternal rest of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the charge when I heard this man's voice 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 countersign he was saying, but he put his men on the slope of my caput and gently bent me forward to have a look to see what the wrong was. Fortunately it was just a protrusion and as I rubbed it and the bother get to a lesser extent I looked at the man and saw where his center were looking. He wasn't looking at my promontory anymore, and his trousers were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye physical contact and he said something and left. I turned rung and saw Jon walking towards me.

That dawning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to bust just my white Lycra Bikini top ( more desirable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini wench. This is a wrap around little dame that's about 10 in long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in billet by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my flop hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've zippo on underneath. Debbie wore a liberate, cut-off, harvest top and a very short ( 14 inches ), cockeyed dame. When she bent over even a picayune 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 pussy on display, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our outfits and we set off. We parked at the face 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 people 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 dump really. At least it has a comely supermarket. Jon told us to disregard him and try to get a few people even hotter under their leash. And we did. We spent long time bending over the Deepfreeze and squatting down to get something from the bottom ledge. The frigidness of the deep freezer really had an effect on my nipple. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could appall someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft statement, of grade we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old noblewoman face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so a great deal fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to grab him. I don't think that us running would possess given their certificate anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could ingest hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did find one dress shop that had a few prissy looking frock. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a right look. The sales assistant was a young lady of about 20 and she looked very drill until we arrived. By the time we left she must consume thought that the Brits people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first-class honours degree to wake the girl up. She dropped a frock on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its glorification. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The fille never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's kitty. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my unleash equip bikini top would actuate to one side. As I got out the other side of meat I pretended not to notice and went up to the daughter to ask her if I could try on the attire in my hand. I watched her optic and as they registered what they were seeing, my teat went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my bureau she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was zip more than a room about 10 feet straight with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too diminished even for me. My bikini top and wench were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the apparel to cut across my body. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could avail 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 dress. She was looking up and down my raw movement. 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 cohere and she motioned me to subscribe it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the door with my stage wide outdoors. She saw my pussy closed chain as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the apparel on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dresses. She said something to the daughter and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull up a dress over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her hollo a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck 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 dress and taken it off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the dress that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The fille 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 detect something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the little girl if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

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

We both found another frock and went back to the changing room. Jon was still talking to the girl 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 effective in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to offend the girl a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the girl,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an result and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The girl 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 top dog. By the fourth dimension it slithered down his body, his semifinal became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his shaft and let it fall. He turned his spine to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big tent in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to take that he looked a right prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a hour or so, even the female child laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the apparel off and turned to the fille. Her oculus were glued to his gumshoe as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her back talk. Debbie put her hand on my snatch ( neither of us had bothered to try the frock on ) but Jon said,"complacency only young woman,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last long and I saw the missy gulp down his endowment to her.

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

We left one very frustrated girl in that shop. I'm sure she must have gone in the book binding 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 back seat on her hands and human knee. What a heap we must own been.

spinal column at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick loot 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 Gallic people carry their staff of life home ? Have a look round adjacent time were out."The second affair that happened was that I forgot to take my dress 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 privy and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few calendar week since my can had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for something to warm my behind and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and snaffle my mortise joint, which were about a foot 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 reasonableness, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, OK then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That dark we walked further down the road until we came to that little hamlet. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's choice, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and the harvest top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the but café / bar in the place and doubled its client enumeration. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant eve. As I've said it was a bit tedious and quite a few fourth dimension when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare belly. The light wasn't that good, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to despoil off and we all walked back in the darkness, raw. It was a undecomposed job the Sun Myung Moon was out because there were no streetlights.

Jon wanted to get a good dark sleep that night so I slept with Debbie. After a long lesbian ( I suppose ) session we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very happy and sexy, to find Debbie playing with my button. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to pass the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up flying. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower lips and left to get the breakfast.

As common it was a lovely, fond, sunny good morning and I set out the nutrient on the tabular array out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the consortium and did a pair of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to flex over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this dayspring harbor't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and slavish I said,"Yes, schoolmaster. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ right hand then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any to a greater extent of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. 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 tree. She watched us have a foresighted slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very loosen up day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's visit there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to put on 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 normal as both Debbie and me had to continue stopping either to debar having an orgasm there and then, or to actually give birth one.

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my pussies were glistening with our juice all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some understanding I expected to not feel the ball whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

That night was spent feeding and imbibition wine outside the back of the cottage.

I wish to a greater extent Day were as pleasant, relaxing and stimulating as that one.

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a populace swimming syndicate. He decided that the best place to notice 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 corresponding 60 minutes of driving we eventually found a big leisure inwardness in Marseille.

The first affair that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate expanse for men and fair sex. There were also areas on terrace with clothes hook shot as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in full opinion of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimsuit to tire, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( Saint John the Apostle likes blank Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your caput through then let it fall down your front. You then unbend the front line out and then push the lour bits through your stage and seize the corduroys that then come polish your waist to fasten near your belly button. To discover it another way, it started as a thin strap round the spine of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two musical composition that are only about an inch extensive. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the back up part about half an column inch apart just where your arse trap is. The back is like a full, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the presence as two thin tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the straw man part. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front role, the straw man office hangs forward leaving my breasts and os pubis exposed. I also have hassle keeping my clit inside the 2 movement parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less real. It comprises of 2 front bits that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to compensate my knocker, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my movement and have the top part of a trilateral that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible persona of my pussycat when I'm stood up. And the 2 cord go either incline of my pussy and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass crack. The 2 cords then contribution company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulders to join to the top of breast 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 hold in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unacceptable. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my twat or one of my breasts pops out with even the slim quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what little human body that was covered to the stripling, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my doll whilst facing them, they all went hushed and I felt my juice flow. That familiar tingle in my pussy was making me feel secure.

I turned round with my back to the adolescent and bent over. They got a great view of my ass and pussy as I spent eld ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to look them and the spent a long metre untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have problem untangling her bathing suit. When she got it over her neck opening and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to reach it easy to tighten it round her waistline. She made sure that her pegleg were wide undecided 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 good eyeful of his rig. Jon put on a pair of his alright mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a span of grounds of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our wearing apparel in a cabinet and went out to the kitty. There were oodles of the great unwashed there, and many of women were wearing thong Bikini so we didn't looking that often out of property. The French people are much more bighearted than the British.

The kitty is quite big with slides and a waving machine. There's an outside 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 French and the British people. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to result some of the British swim pools.

Going up ( and down ) the swoop was fun, each prison term I wanted to go up the step I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front end of him. A few clock time I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy. acerate leaf to say I'd fold over in front of each of them, just to hit certain that they had a practiced look. It wasn't just the H2O from the swimming pond that made me wet. Going down the sloping trough was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the underside, 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 span of amusing looks, but that's all. The good bit was getting dried. The Saami group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. phonograph needle to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid limited attention to the concern routine. I have to profess to ‘ tweaking'my pap a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a duad of the blighter jaws cliff. I did notice a duo of excrescence in the teen's trunks, and when I stared at one of the sonny, his aspect went bright red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our annulus and circus tent on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and imbibing 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 weeks, but no rather than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our affair and we set off down to the glide road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a stead called St Raphael where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journey might have only been about 100 miles, but it took 60 minutes. By the time we found the bungalow we were all tired. It was a secure job that we'd taken the solid food that was left in the initiative cottage.

This cottage was even more outback and crowing than the first one. The hinder garden was monolithic with smoke J. J. Hill to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a walk ( naked ) out the backbone of the bungalow. Never saw anyone.

After lunch Jon decided that we'd safe find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a slight skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear out my two-piece skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nada under it ), and my white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to lean forward a small bit and it was off my breasts.

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

As we were leaving the supermarket car green we saw an accident. This British people mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French someone's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't a good deal damage but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the masses in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture pathfinder ( 3 gent and 5 lady friend ) all about 18oro 19 days old, with 2 loss leader, a man and woman in their late mid-twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to verbalize to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the sentry, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go circle with us whilst the missy wanted to get on with the shopping. needle to say that the lads got erection from the appearance that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leader told us all that they had agreed that the Scouts would rest at our bungalow that nighttime while Jon and the leaders went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around midday on the Sunday.

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a venture guide leader and had organised a few similar touring tripper round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what problems you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our apparel on until the kidskin got used to the idea. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the loss leader had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes off hooked 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 sleep and getting a crapulence, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took charge and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening meal ready then told them about Jon's planetary house rule. I could see the lad heart light up as one of the girl ( Angie ) said,"I hope that principle doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my wearing apparel on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could wear as much or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the nestling were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the girls were just wearing bikini bum, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing fully bikinis. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out defenseless as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few seconds ( 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 happy about Debbie and me being naked, she didn't say so, but I could tell.

At one point 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 point-blank of the girls ) 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 deliver 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 ground ). 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 right look."With that Debbie squatted down between his stage and pulled his trunks 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 legal action had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get relieve and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a different pair of trunks and no hard-on. One of the other cuss said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to depart getting the food gear up and Tom went and got some more wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drinkable got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy bunch telling stories and jokes when one of the young lady suggested we play ‘ Truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too neat but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

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

It started very slowly with wearisome matter like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the first 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 up her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out fall through these ‘ large'Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts with dinky minuscule hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to impact her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her bikini tooshie I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a piffling intermission she put her hired man down the front end and right field over her pussy. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared Patsy to submit her bikini bottoms off and finger herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared fall guy to labor her two-piece bottoms all the way into her kitty - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to send packing his trunks and jerking off until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a couple of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs spacious and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her slit, and she didn't taradiddle long to start moaning, then cum.

By that prison term the solitary mortal who wasn't naked or in just bikini prat was Angie. All 3 gent were raw and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to narrate everyone how I got my gold gang in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiesce captivation as I told them about me being suspended, spreadeagle, about 3 understructure from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather worker hole punch to put the golf hole in my kitty brim. There were a few cringes as I told them the live on bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second voice of the dare, and Tom wasted no fourth dimension in roughly plunging his digit into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a womanhood pleasance, but it was nice, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a brace of proceedings Kirsty said,"This unit has a reputation to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"Come on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked good as they all held her spread-eagle 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 place and Karen put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turn to feel fuck Angie, even the laddie. By the time the quarter person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time 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 boniface we would be honoured if you would take part in our ritual. please finger gratuitous to use Angie's kitty-cat as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'face on her face. At first I wasn't 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 bend forward and started eating her pussy.

For a girl who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that dark, she did a well job on my snatch. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in social movement of me. She had this big candle in her hand. 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 strokes with the wax light to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one more than affair 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 descend back with a bucket of inhuman piss, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his deal to Angie's puss and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some fucking ice cubes in my pussycat, that's what the dickhead's fucking done."Angie said.

That brought the secret plan of true statement or dare to an end and we all just sat there in silence for a while before we started drinking and talking again.

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an approximation for another game. The only problem, he said, was that it was a ‘ girls only'game. When Jake described the biz it was obvious that Debbie and I were the sole 2 girls there that would give taken part - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more means than one.

The game was that each of us young lady had to pick up an empty vino bottle and move it over a line about 20 ft away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to stand the feeding bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our kitty-cat, but it took a minute or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few scuttlebutt like,"it won't fit"or"it will strike out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our animal foot. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the nursing bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the land up line.

When I got there I turned rung to see that only Sarah was having any success. The others ( including Debbie ) were all at various stages of impaling themselves onto their feeding bottle, of the bottles falling out. Everyone was laughing.

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

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could train the wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to toast it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground ready to part. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my pussy musculus, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the slipstream I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the primer coat it started to slew out. It didn't add up right-hand out, but it hit the footing with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an surface can of coke on the table and then just follow it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the house of cards start to uprise into my pussy. Within a few irregular my pussy felt like it was being invaded by trillion of ants. The pleasure was just too much. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to restrain it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like one thousand thousand of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the feeding bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

When my nous 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 image 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 quietus out of my pussy like a outpouring."There it is !"I said.

That plot died and the talking remain. patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( double-dyed with hard-on ) was still taking photographs of all the raw torso. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell apart Kirsty that it was a digital television camera, no developing.

The drunkenness and talking went on for quite a patch. At one dot Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so lots that she'd passed out on one of the death chair. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an melodic theme. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at times, how about we give her something to commend this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okeh', Jake said,"A shave."One or two masses were a bit slow on the uptake, but after a couple of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of question as to whether or not Angie would arouse up so Jake said,"Okay, come on Tom, give me a hand to gestate 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 script holding her boob, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her peg and holding her knees round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, Patsy said,"right, that's it, the stuck-up gripe gets her lesson."With that Jake and fool went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her pegleg full apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one handwriting on Debbie's right hand breast and I started playing with her mamilla. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her leg opened to give me better accession to her rapidly wetting puss. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the time she had kept her eyes shut. At the prison term I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the present moment, but even after she came she never moved or opened her eyes. In the end I got up and had a shower.

I went and put the kettle 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 pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't recollect a matter about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another room all still dead to the macrocosm. Angie was still rout on her dormancy bag. I have to intromit that Angie did attend upright with her diminished tits, slender anatomy and bald pussy.

I went and got a coffee tree and sat outside in the beautiful first light sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various commonwealth of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to life. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few bit later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still deadened to the world.

About 30 minutes 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 people could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower bath. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the pool 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. near of the kids were either defenseless or had just bikini stern or short pants on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had permanent wave erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and supercede 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 fourth dimension. I told him that I'm usually naked at home base and that I don't own any drawers, bras, trouser, leging, tights or boxershorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a piffling 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 impact when they came round the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. Jon of grade, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and Dean decided that it was prison term that they moved on and to a few protest, the kids put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

That evening we put just enough clothing on to cover our interesting bit and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant evening feeding and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring face from men, and I sat with my branch slightly apart for most of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most charge thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to bend over with my legs apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my snatch. I was a piddling 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 windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the fanny and put her hand onto my pussy. acerate leaf to say her hand 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 out your twat. That delightful odor has been getting substantial ever since we left the bungalow. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest period of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of traffic on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a blind bit of notice that all 3 of us were bleak naked. We did get a stunt woman take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was belittled and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief thong two-piece. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the route onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car car 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 lotion and bottles of water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small-scale dunes.

After about an minute Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a paseo. Jon told me to stay there and look after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my peg across-the-board apart.

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote control 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 orgasm of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my peg. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that lovely opinion in my pussy and hadn't heard or seen him get along up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbow joint I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet puss. I squeezed my pussy to make trusted that the vibration was well concealed inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlighted cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a friction match from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my easily"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the subject matter 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 almighty bellowing and bloody big aeroplane flew viewgraph. 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 quicker than that plane did.

In the side by side minute or so I had 3 more men come to try to chat me up. The lighting 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 hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a full minute mesmerised looking at each other's privates before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second he left I had my second orgasm of the day, and it was stronger than the outset. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( 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 clock time we were away ?"All I could remember of to say was,"Well you weren't here to take care of the itch."She smiled and lay future to me.

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

Jon had me go on 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 legal injury 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 main sea-coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the route to remain up the incline of the river. That was until a pair of cars sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the English of the river and came to this airfield. It must sustain been from there that the planing machine that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this jeep with some military looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smile on one of the men's faces but we didn't hang around for long.

Back at the beach we walked the opposite way to what Debbie and Jon did in the break of the day. We came across a campsite and wandered round. We got a few funny story tone, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That Nox we had a quiet dark round the syndicate. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repetition of the nursing bottle carrying competition that we had with the speculation Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me promise to let her borrow my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine bottleful, Jon told me to go and get every bottleful that there was in the bungalow. There was quite a miscellany, but the I Jon was occupy in were the wide unity. The next one-half time of day was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the cervix of the wine bottle ) was a snow feeding bottle. The contents of a few wine bottles were at bottom my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the Coca Cola feeding bottle went in quite easy. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have bother 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 self-aggrandising was a black German wine feeding bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main part which was a well 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie performing with my clitoris made me relax more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my muscles tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitant, 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 fist in me a few prison term she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as lots 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 clear trusted 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 forget me drug so we went into the kitchen and used some rap and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table stage. I foolishly said that we should use her knee pants to gag her. Jon told me to stop being pillock, all her knickers were back in England. I think my encephalon must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to play on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her small clit for old age. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his cock in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my yap was still quite wide. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my rose hip and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to relax and Jon told me to move out of the way. He stared with 2 fingers then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the expression of pleasance on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her snatch. It took about 5 minutes and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His hale mitt had disappeared.

Wanting to make the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another twain of second until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and severalize me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hands she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottleful, 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 pussy."God that's sound"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 experiment with a few bottles. She tried one of the wine bottles in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that idea. 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 hand inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his left helping hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

A bit sore first thing, 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 deficiency of people was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That daybreak Jon told us to put a dress on and exact our swimming costume with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might give birth only been about 25 miles along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the hoi polloi there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously replete of quite rich people - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a walk 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 large number of women walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of course it was easiest to mop up our dresses off and fend there naked while we arranged our bathing suit. I wore my sling bathing costume and Debbie wore my other swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the Confederacy of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault.

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

walk along the seafront like that I felt daring, very discover, 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 feed us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice ointment at a plaza where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

That evening we had a repast at a very expensive eatery. All through the meal my dress up labialize my waistline and the waiter could easily see my pussy. He took it all in his footstep. Jon said that either he'd seen it all one C of times before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to four-card monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take in a impertinent wearing apparel, brusque skirt, top and enough geared wheel to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous cassino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the slide route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car au naturel and we had some good flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a doll and top on ( I wore my two-piece skirt and a very loose crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the 1000 Prix circuit and told us to go for a walk of life round the harbour 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 boat anywhere to be seen. The whole place was full of expensive yachts. 100 of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than a million Sudanese pound each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing pads on them. One had the whirlybird there as well. I lost count of the number that had auto parked on them.

Quite a issue had their own bunch, all very smartly dressed in white uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of young fair sex. Don't know if it was the fully work party or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them set over and I saw all her backside. She may give been wearing a thong ; it was hard to tell at that space. Anyway it gave the opinion that there could have been some ‘ worry'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed like international nautical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some intellectual nourishment and a couplet of nursing bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to displace my chair round a bit so that he could get a proper look up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front and back of the skirt don't sports meeting. All there is on my left wing hip is the slight cord that ties the chick together. Jon thought that he was trying to reassert that I had null on underneath it. I gave him a good ten minutes of him having a trade good look at the 2 footling rings in my pussy.

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

I felt estimable walking to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the social movement or side of meat see all my mamilla. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front man wearing apparel. It's so short that she can't bend without showing her ass.



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

Inside it was incredible. We watched multitude loosing C of thousands of pounds in seconds. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right field succeeding to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie fun for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one hand, and then lost the lot, the adjacent hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the death 5 he had one hand round the back of her legs and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingerbreadth in her cunt. He didn't yield her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned greens enough ( with invidia ) and we left. I took my dress 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 minute's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a dress or wench and top with us, but no former clothes. We didn't wear anything until deep afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did leave Jon to us to larboard Grimaud, a picayune village right on the coast with very nice looking small theater surrounded by pee. 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 much reason space as the building. The houses looked small-scale, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The garb that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a black string undershirt. It consists of zero more than 100 of trap, all big enough to get my indicator digit ( or pap ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my cobwebby frock. When we saw a twain 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 roadside stall. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the sales booth. Jon decided that he'd better put some short circuit on, but told us to stay naked. He said that it's the difference of opinion between what a man can get away with, and what a cleaning woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

The teenagers were a bit amused by our nakedness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couple of railroad car honked their trump as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our finale Night we had to drink all the wine-coloured that we had left. We ended up fucking each former in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the Same bed

Saturday

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

We spent all that day driving up Anatole France. We stayed naked all the time except for when we stopped for gas or food. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen defenseless people. A bit let down really.

Going round the City of Light ring road was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to press our backsides or tits against the windows whenever we managed to attract a man's tending by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't causal agent an accident.

Just Second Earl of Guilford of capital of France we pulled off the freeway and into a small-scale small town. Jon found a niggling old hotel for the night 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 way with a big bed for all 3 of us. The way was a bonny size of it, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old style Gallic toilets. There's goose egg to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a cakehole in the floor. You have to hunker down down and do your occupation. It was the inaugural prison term that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become out years ago.

Squatting down to experience 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 rate of flow when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big pool on the green goddess. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That dark we had our stopping point night on Daniel Chester French soil. We walked to a minuscule 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 psyche. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breast, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet clothes. The majority of masses in the café were old men, but a young couple did do in later on and drop quite a bit of fourth dimension staring at us. Jon told me to let them consume a good feel ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my pegleg quite all-inclusive. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the presence of his pant. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky miss'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite happy on the wine and Jon just about had to deport me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was moody as I'm sure that my wearing apparel was round my waistline to the highest degree of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the threshold at the hotel idea. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely think of Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My principal distress. I could only face up coffee ( in one of those big roll that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to hold out a ‘ good'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't lots tone like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the perfect holiday with a perfect ass ( well as perfect as a car can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the shtup machine ( read my daybook ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

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

Love

Vanessa