The adventure I'm about to describe happened in recent natural spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the S of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault for a two-week holiday.

vacation in the South of Anatole France

Unlike well-nigh of our tripper abroad when Jon doesn't severalise me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the planing machine, Jon gave me 3 calendar week notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair beauty parlor where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the girls 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 follow with us without outset discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift place. She was going to try to entrance Jon into letting her seminal fluid with us.

( For those of you that haven't record my diary, or the tarradiddle of ‘ Debbie's cunt Power ’, I should distinguish you that at an other age Debbie discovered that she could get men to contribute 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 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 binge ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many prison term that I've lost reckoning. He's also fucked her a few time as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at plate naked, and when my close friend come to gossip, they are usually naked within minute of arriving. Only the late Dominicus, Debbie and Bridie had spent nearly of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got dwelling house before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 second of Debbie being special 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 nude ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his putz. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets habitation 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 minuscule girl voice and asked him. At start Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long intermission Debbie priming coat her buttocks down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference daughter, you know that I have more than plenty pussy waiting for me any clip that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence Jon said,"OK 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 cleanse up his wet dick. As common, Debbie's cunt 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 time when she hasn't.

On the Fri evening 3 hebdomad later, Debbie drove me family and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really let much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing very much for virtually of the time. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few thing that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 brace of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my dance step ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bra and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and labour down to Dover. It was a Night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to stimulate any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few hours that we were in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the superhighway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest region and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a short thin dress on ( and place ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great survey of her backside when the idle words blew her wench up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the commode and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"rightfulness, this is where it starts, wearing apparel of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quickly glimpse of her, my dress was already up assail my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C bosom showing the effects of the fresh, warm French air on her mammilla."Do you want to labor ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the device driver's incline and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-fixed in the back.

drive on the ‘ wrong'position of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a duo of cable 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 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 next rest period area. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the incline 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. wellspring, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the armoured combat vehicle was full 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 mind to tell me to front over to our rightfulness. There was a law car parked there with both policeman looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the device driver's door and told me to climb over into the back.

The balance of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can force back and walk 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 belittled town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our apparel back on, as we had to see mortal there. The shoes 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 continue at. We the headed off south down this route that got narrower and narrow until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right post as it didn't face like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to drive our clothes 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 middle of nowhere so that was delicately by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the figurehead door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the nominal head door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor French, Jon managed to bring in that we were in the improper spot. The bungalow we wanted was another half mile down the road. The poor 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 correct place. It was fantastic. Four sleeping accommodation, its own small swimming syndicate in a small back garden, and no other building in sight.

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

Billy Sunday

Jon was up at sunup and when I emerged he had food on the table and chocolate in the pot. He told me that it was the live sentence that he was going to get the food set up. I went to get Debbie and found her departed on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one handwriting on her pussy. 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 brake shoe don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a short wooded region and were walking along a path through it when we heard spokesperson. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a 12 teenagers around 18 years old. Four girls and two male child. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so a lot fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a min or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverside 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 on any of us ; but we were right in the water before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that water common cold, my teat 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 clearing to get dry and affectionate up. As we lay there the teen got out and walked right past us to their wearing apparel. I had my oculus shut, but I could experience 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 genu and to impale myself on him. No trouble there, but I could swear that I could see one of the male child looking at us from the bushes. He must let come back to look on 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 Same route that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minute came to a footling village. Jon didn't particularly require to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was gladiolus of the dip in ‘ our'consortium when we got back. Having said that it was great being able-bodied to walk through the countryside naked without having to interest about the great unwashed getting upset because we had no apparel on. It was so unwind and ‘ born ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

Back at the cottage, we opened a bottle of vino ( or two ) and had a very unlax afternoon and eve. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the nutrient 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 whiz, Debbie got up and crouch down side by side to Jon. She got clasp of his prick and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the aid and my pussy is feeling lonely."

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

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

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 take some food, wine-colored and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any clothes, not even swimwear ( 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 fiddling small town right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car common on the outskirt and told us to impart everything in the car and we walked down this little caterpillar track to the beach. The only man-made object that we had with us were the car keys, some suntan lotion and Jon's pocketbook.

The beach was relatively placidity with only a smattering of people on it. Most were naked. We walked Dame Rebecca West ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a home with lots of hotels. By then there were fortune and rafts of people, all of them defenseless. We walked right into the ‘ village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist haunt. What an awesome place, I never knew such station existed. We stayed there for most 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 shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to accept any intimate fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the sentence 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 unharmed scale of things. I was a bit, there must have 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 there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of intellectual nourishment and some wine-coloured. A number of other naked people came and went. We weren't the only ones who didn't pain 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 numeral of couples ( every combination of sexual activity ) making out, some in the lowly Baroness Dudevant dunes, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got dark we headed back and push back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up beginning and had breakfast prepare. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest of the stuff from the car. I was bent-grass over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's vocalization saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my psyche on the boot lid. I cursed and held my headway as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a Son he was saying, but he put his hands on the side of meat of my head and gently bent me forward to throw a look to see what the hurt was. Fortunately it was just a protuberance and as I rubbed it and the pain get less I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his pant were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That dawn we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my white Lycra bikini top ( more suited for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini doll. This is a wrap around trivial chick that's about 10 inch 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 mighty hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've naught on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 in ), tight skirt. When she bent over even a piffling bit the top went up over her white meat and the doll 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 side of the road and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor house. Poor man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due obedience to the Gallic, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent eld bending over the Deepfreeze and squatting down to get something from the bottom ledge. The cold of the freezers really had an core on my mammilla. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could traumatize someone the most without making affair too obvious. Daft statement, of course 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 cultivated carrot. At one point 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 burst forth. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to charm him. I don't think that us running would have given their security measures anything to be wary about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did receive one dress shop class that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better spirit. The sales supporter was a girl of about 20 and she looked very world-weary until we arrived. By the fourth dimension we left she must give thought that the British hoi polloi are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to ignite the little girl up. She dropped a garb on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The miss got a tenacious eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its resplendence. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the frock back on the stand and pulled her bird back down. My bout I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing replete well that as I brushed past the one in strawman of me, my at large try-on bikini top would proceed to one side. As I got out the other face I pretended not to notice and went up to the fille to ask her if I could try on the wearing apparel in my mitt. I watched her centre 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 nada 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 weaponry or articulatio humeri straps, but it was obviously too pocket-size even for me. My Bikini top and doll were off in bit and I waited for a hour before going out into the shop class holding the attire to compensate my body. The miss saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got penny-pinching I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the frock. She was looking up and down my naked nominal head. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to deplumate it up over my thigh it got stuck and she motioned me to ingest 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 leg panoptic open. She saw my pussy mob as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the garb on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of attire. She said something to the girl and started to disrobe. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to root for a dress over her head. When her blazonry 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 portion had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the prison term Debbie had decided that she didn't like the dress and taken it off, I had taken off the attire 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 girl 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 come up 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 answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the workshop Debbie and I were looking at other clothes in good view of anyone who would have 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 townsfolk wearing only 2 small trilateral 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 clothes 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 dress back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd flavor unspoilt in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to ball over the missy a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the little girl,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The lady friend looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The little girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shortstop to reveal a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his head. By the metre it slithered down his organic structure, his semi became a full and the front of the attire rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it fall. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The hypnotise girl just did it. He turned rhythm to present her showing the big tent in the front that the young lady was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the young woman laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his spinal column to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the attire off and turned to the girl. Her eye were glued to his peter as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her oral cavity. Debbie put her hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"self-complacency only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last foresightful and I saw the female child gulp down his endowment to her.

The girl stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her wench and her flop hand started on her pussy ( she wasn't wearing any knickers ). No Oklahoman that she'd started the doorbell rang. She swore ( I think ), and went out. We dressed in our own clothes and went out. She stopped talking to the new customer and stared at us as we left.

We left one very torment daughter in that store. I'm for certain she must throw gone in the backbone when that client left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to manoeuvre back to the bungalow, 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 hind end on her hands and knees. What a sight we must receive been.

cover at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those Daniel Chester French stick shekels and didn't even actualize. 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 people carry their kale domicile ? Have a flavour round side by side clock time were out."The minute thing that happened was that I forgot to take 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 privy and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my arse had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for something to warm up my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and catch my ankles, which were about a infantry 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 grounds, 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 over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the Sami then licked her finger. I moaned a picayune 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 village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thinly cotton ‘ A'doll ( Jon's pick, probably because it was Laputan ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton ‘ A'doll and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the exclusively café / bar in the place and doubled its client counting. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few metre 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 own seen was our bare stomachs. The light wasn't that respectable, and we had our leg quite close together.

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

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

Wednesday

I woke up betimes tone very happy and sexy, to find oneself Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful coming when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to return the accompaniment to Debbie, but I just had to get up prompt. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her down sass and left to get the breakfast.

As common it was a lovely, tender, cheery sunup and I set out the food on the table out the spine. Jon came out, jumped in the syndicate and did a duet of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bend over and touch my mortise joint. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit hangdog and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ rightfulness 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 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 overjealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a prospicient deadening piece of ass as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very make relaxed day. well, not quite as relaxing as the Mon'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 wear hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as formula as both Debbie and me had to hold stopping either to forfend having an sexual climax there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as mellow as it was both Debbie's and my kitty-cat were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite commodity as well, for some reason I expected to not palpate the balls whilst swim, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the entirely episode quite amusing.

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

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

I wish to a greater extent days 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 near place to find one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure essence in Marseilles.

The world-class thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate areas for men and women. There were also orbit on benches with clothes claw as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some masses got changed in full view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an area where a group of teenage boy 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 bags down.

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimsuit to wear, and I'd taken my new egg white Lycra ‘ sling'bathing costume ( John the Divine likes white Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better line the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimming costume that Debbie wore is a one while one that you put your principal through then let it fall down your figurehead. You then straighten the front out and then push the blue turn through your ramification and snaffle the cords that then come labialize your shank to secure near your belly clitoris. To describe it another way, it started as a tenuous shoulder strap round the back of your neck, then expanded in two spell to cover your tit. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your puss, still in two pieces that are only about an in encompassing. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the back component part about half an inch apart just where your arse hollow is. The back is like a wide-cut, high-cut Bikini fundament back that comes round to the front as two cut tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front component. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front persona hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my button inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less stuff. It comprises of 2 movement snatch that nearly cover my tit. They start with virtually goose egg, spread apart to handle my knocker, then taper back to just the bit where the corduroys attach. The 2 cords then go down my strawman and have the top parting of a triangle that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible part of my kitty-cat when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either side of my pussy and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass tornado. The 2 corduroys then part troupe as they come out of the top of ass boldness and go over my shoulders to join to the top of breast second. 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 insufferable. Even with the corduroys pulled fuddled it either disappears into my snatch or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to register what little flesh that was covered to the teen, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my chick whilst facing them, they all went hush and I felt my juices flow. That familiar tingling in my kitty was making me find good.

I turned rhythm with my backbone to the teen and hang over. They got a corking 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 present them and the spent a tenacious time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have bother untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the front man straightened out, she had to sit down to make it easy to fasten it round her shank. She made sure that her legs were wide 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 twosome of his finely mesh net nylon undies, the character that if you look within a pair of thousand of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the stripling still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the syndicate. There were lots of people there, and many of adult female were wearing thong Bikini so we didn't spirit that much out of place. The French people are much more openhanded than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave 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 practically as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to forget some of the British swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in forepart of him. A few times I could really experience their middle staring at my kitty. needle to say I'd flexure over in movement of each of them, just to hold sure that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pond that made me wet. Going down the slideway was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the bottom, one of my mammilla was showing.

getting changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a dyad of peculiar flavor, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The Same group of teenage male child appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our clock time, and paid especial tending to the interest act. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a distich of times, and licking a finger's breadth that I'd slowly inserted into my puss. That made a couple of the chap jaws bead. I did mark a couple of bump in the stripling's trunks, and when I stared at one of the sonny boy, his look went lustrous red, but he didn't full stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant eve feeding and drinking by the pocket billiards 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 hebdomad, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the coast road and then Mae West until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a home called St Raphael where Jon collected the headstone to another cottage.

The journey might let only been about 100 mi, but it took hours. By the time we found the bungalow we were all tired. It was a good job that we'd taken the food that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even Thomas More remote and bad than the first one. The back garden was massive with pot J. J. Hill to one side and a big Ellen Price Wood to the other.

Sabbatum

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

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a lilliputian skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nothing under it ), and my white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to tend forward a picayune bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raffaello Santi and let a few masses know what we weren't wearing. One piteous man dropped a bottle of wine-colored when Debbie hang over in front of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French person's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't much hurt but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture Scouts ( 3 lads and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leaders, a man and cleaning woman in their late twenty dollar bill. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to spill to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the sentry, and had a bit more fun. The sonny boy wanted to go round with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. phonograph needle to say that the lads got hard-ons from the show that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leaders told us all that they had agreed that the Scouts would stay at our cottage that night 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 bungalow Jon told us that he used to be a speculation lookout man loss leader and had organised a few standardized touring trips round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus equipment failure on him and knew what problem you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to go on our apparel on until the kids got used to the estimate. He told us to state them about his normal after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to accept our dress off dependent 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 drinkable, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took mission and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the even meal fix then told them about Jon's house prescript. I could see the lads middle light up as one of the girl ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my dress on."After a bit of treatment it was agreed that everyone could wear as much or as minuscule 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 kids were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the girls were just wearing bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full bikinis. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out naked as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few second base ( seemed like 60 minutes ), the football started getting thrown around again and affair 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 lonesome 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 consortium and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most blunt of the miss ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his case was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have a erection, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other 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 proper look."With that Debbie squatted down between his wooden leg and pulled his trunks down. There were sunshine 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 free and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a unlike pair of shorts and no hard-on. One of the former sonny said,"Had a goodness wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the young woman went to get going getting the intellectual nourishment ready and Tom went and got some Sir Thomas More wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy clustering telling stories and gag when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ verity or dare ’. Angie wasn't too groovy but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

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

It started very slowly with boring thing 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 biz got going again.

Jake then dared Patsy to convey her bikini top off. After a bit of sentiment she did. Out flopped these ‘ great'snowy boob with dinkey little hard nipples.

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

Next, Karen asked Pete when he final stage had a cock sucking. Pete blushed but said 3 weeks ago.

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her Bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a fiddling pause she put her deal down the movement and right hand 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 1 blowjob.

Then Tom dared mark to admit her bikini seat off and finger's breadth herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared Patsy to bear on her two-piece bottoms all the way into her pussy - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to flatten his bole and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to crap herself cum. There were cheer from the cub, and a couple of the little girl, as Debbie spread her legs all-encompassing and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her slit, and she didn't tale long to startle moaning, then cum.

By that fourth dimension the only person who wasn't naked or in just bikini bottom of the inning was Angie. All 3 lads were naked and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold rings in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet fascination as I told them about me being suspended, rout, about 3 metrical foot from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole punch to put the jam in my pussy lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the net bit, and then secretiveness. I had to remind them about the endorse part of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to study about giving a woman pleasure, but it was prissy, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a couple of transactions Kirsty said,"This whole 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,"cum on Lashkar-e-Tayyiba get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a prissy soundbox and looked good as they all held her spreadeagle while Kirsty started pushing her finger up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger 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 finger make out Angie, even the lads. By the time the one-fourth individual was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the clock 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 horde we would be honoured if you would take persona in our rite. delight finger give up to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each former then we got up. Debbie left the elbow room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for to a greater extent'looking on her face. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my pussy onto her face, then turn forward and started eating her slit.

For a girl who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that dark, she did a good job on my pussy. I was just getting her closing to cumming when Debbie bent down in front man of me. She had this big cd 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 button. I gasped and came. It only took a few diagonal with the candle to make 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 amount back with a bucketful 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 puss and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some piece of ass ice cubes in my cunt, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

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

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an idea for another game. The only problem, he said, was that it was a ‘ fille only'secret plan. When Jake described the game it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only 2 girl there that would feature taken component part - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more ways than one.

The game was that each of us girls had to pick up an empty wine-colored bottle and move it over a blood line about 20 human foot 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 pussies, but it took a minute of arc or so for it to lapse in with the others. When it did, there were a few gossip like,"it won't fit"or"it will decrease out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a nursing bottle at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and stake myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the polish off crease.

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

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

Jake gave me the feeding bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to drink it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the footing ready to bug out. I knew that it wasn't going to be as well-heeled, my Vaginal weighting Lifting had toned-up my pussy brawniness, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself okeh, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slide out. It didn't descend right out, but it hit the soil with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of coke on the tabular array and then just observe it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got take off waddling along when I felt the bubble start to rise into my pussy. Within a few s my pussy felt like it was being invaded by millions of pismire. The pleasure was just too a good deal. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to stay fresh it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the terra firma I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussycat and turned it on, but also like zillion of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it dear ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

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

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

That biz died and the talking cover. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( make out with erection ) was still taking photographs of all the raw soundbox. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete secern Kirsty that it was a digital television camera, no developing.

The drink and talking went on for quite a spell. At one point Jake drew our tending to Angie who had drunk so lots that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an musical theme. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at clock 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 masses were a bit wearisome on the uptake, but after a couple of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"O.K., come on Tom, give me a hand to behave 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 hands holding her knocker, and Jake picked up her bottom one-half by standing in between her stage and holding her human knee round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her John L. H. Down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even touch, Patsy said,"Right, that's it, the bigheaded bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and Patsy went and got the shaving geared wheel. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to finish the chore without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide of the mark 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 proper chest and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my deal down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her stage opened to reach me better access to her rapidly wetting slit. I played with her button and finger-fucked her until she came. All the fourth dimension she had kept her eye shut. At the time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the moment, but even after she came she never moved or opened her center. 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 handwriting in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked pose and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a affair about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

I went round the rest of the rooms 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 world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her sleeping bag. I have to intromit that Angie did look good with her lowly boob, slender figure and bald cunt.

I went and got a deep brown and sat outside in the beautiful morning time sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in assorted state of matter of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to descend to animation. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still utter to the world.

About 30 bit later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of class no one admitted to it, all most people could do was gag 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 pool, enjoying the sun. almost of the kids were either bare or had just bikini backside 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 clothes 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 knickers, bras, trousers, leggings, tights or shortstop. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little storm and I could see that Jake was getting a minuscule 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 seismic disturbance when they came round the rachis of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked beat the pond. Jon of path, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and Dean decided that it was time that they moved on and to a few dissent, the minor put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

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

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most agitate matter of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his chamber and told me to bend over with my leg apart. He then pushed my niggling ( 2 column inch long by 1 inch diameter ) remote control controlled vibrator right into my pussy. I was a little dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low hurrying 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. Needless to say her hired hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny petty bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your twat. That delightful aroma has been getting stronger ever since we left the cottage. soul's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the eternal sleep 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 unreasoning bit of notice that all 3 of us were double-dyed naked. We did get a double take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small 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 clangoring hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river electric 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 bottleful of water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small dunes.

After about an hr Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walk. Jon told me to stay there and bet after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my legs wide apart.

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet cunt. I squeezed my pussy to ca-ca sure that the vibe was well enshroud inside me and said,"What !"He held an unilluminated cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't have sex where he expected me to get a mates from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my effective"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left wing, but not before having a full stare.

I'd just settled down to a squeamish dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this almighty hollo and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could palpate the potation of air as it went passed. Any ‘ agitation'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the next hour or so I had 3 more than men come to try to confab me up. The luminosity for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up line of products 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 understructure. I think we both spent a full phase of the moon minute of arc mesmerised looking at each other's private parts 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 hard than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big hawkshaw ( much bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

When Debbie and Jon finally got back, Jon switched the vibration off as Debbie got down beside me. When she saw my sopping twat she said,"God girlfriend, have you been frigging yourself all the time we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"fountainhead you weren't here to involve fear of the itch."She smiled and lay future to me.

We had a dandy day on the beach, swim and tanning. Jon was with me for the residue of the day and I didn't get any to a greater extent men asking me for a light.

Jon had me keep 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 haywire 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 master coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cover the route to stay on up the side of the river. That was until a couple of cars sounded the cornet. Jon told us to get a motility on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the side of the river and came to this airfield. It must give birth been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to release back, this landrover with some armed forces 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.

backrest at the beach we walked the opposite way to what Debbie and Jon did in the dawning. We came across a campsite and wandered cycle. We got a few funny flavour, 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 binge. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottleful carrying competition that we had with the Venture sentinel. 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 cottage. There was quite a form, but the unity Jon was worry in were the wide unity. The next one-half time of day was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my snatch. The maiden one that went in ( after the neck of the wine bottles ) was a C feeding bottle. The content of a few vino bottles were inside my tum and I was happy and relaxed so the blow bottle went in quite easy. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have trouble getting it out. It got so far, and so tricky, that it was hard for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and wring it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black German wine-coloured nursing bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the chief part which was a honorable 3 inch in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me relax more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her bridge player 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 times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as much 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 take a shit 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 swath and trouser ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my mastermind must stimulate been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was Nice and wet in expectation, but Jon told me to get to make for on relaxing her. I started with my sassing and played with her little clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his prick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my trap was still quite extensive. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hip and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to decompress and Jon told me to motivate out of the way. He stared with 2 fingers then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of pleasure on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 minutes and the odd flinch from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His solid bridge player had disappeared.

Wanting to make the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't diaphragm when she came, but went on for another twain of mo until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and tell me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her bridge player 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 pussy."God that's good"she said as she stood up showing about 5 inches of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experiment with a few bottleful. She tried one of the wine bottles in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that estimation. 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 log Z's ; I know that his left deal was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tues

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

Went for a walk in the countryside around the cottage. All 3 of us raw. The sun and the lack of people was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morn Jon told us to put a dress on and take our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might give only been about 25 land mile 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 of quite copious people - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a walking 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 issue of womanhood 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 bathing suit outside the car. Of course it was easiest to pip our frock off and stick out there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling swimsuit and Debbie wore my former swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming kitty in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of French Republic.

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

Walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very exposed, and excited. At one decimal 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 give 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 restaurant. All through the repast my frock up round my waistline and the server could easily see my pussy. He took it all in his tread. Jon said that either he'd seen it all hundreds of times before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a smart garb, short skirt, top and decent power train to piss ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous Casino in Monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some goodness 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 skirt and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very idle crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the Grand Prix electric circuit and told us to go for a pass round the shield surface 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 gravy holder anywhere to be seen. The whole seat was broad of expensive yacht. one C of them, and I reckon nigh of them monetary value more than a million pounding each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing inkpad on them. One had the eggbeater there as well. I lost count of the number that had cars parked on them.

Quite a number had their own work party, all very smartly dressed in flannel uniforms.

One that excited me had a gang of youthful women. Don't know if it was the full crowd or just part 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 induce been wearing a thong ; it was unmanageable to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could sustain been some ‘ interesting'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couplet of bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to impress my chair round down a bit so that he could get a proper expression up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the forepart and spinal column of the chick don't meet. All there is on my go away hip is the thin cord that ties the doll together. Jon thought that he was trying to reassert that I had cypher on underneath it. I gave him a good ten arcminute of him having a near feel at the 2 piffling closed chain 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 time. We just ignored them.

I felt good walking to the casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front end or sides see all my mammilla. Debbie looked unspoiled in a backless, low cut front wearing apparel. It's so shortstop that she can't bend without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the cassino entryway I saw all the full-bodied multitude arriving in their cast Royces and other expensive motorcar. I thought that there would be no prospect of us getting in, but we just walked straight in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was unbelievable. We watched people loosing hundreds of 1000 of pounds in endorsement. 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 hand, and then lost the lot, the next helping hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the finis 5 he had one deal round the back of her pegleg and up her attire. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingerbreadth in her pussy. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned commons enough ( with invidia ) and we left. I took my dress of before getting into the car and slept most 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 ask a dress or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most unlax day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did depart Jon to us to larboard Grimaud, a minuscule hamlet right on the seashore with very nice looking small sign surrounded by water. I've not been to Venezia, but it looked like the bite of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as much soil space as the building. The houses looked small-scale, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The attire that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a Shirley Temple string singlet. It consists of nada more than hundreds of holes, all big enough to get my power finger ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my see-through garb. When we saw a couple of cleaning woman walking around wearing only bikini bottom of the inning, Debbie decided to select her top off. I felt over-dressed.

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

The teen were a bit amused by our nakedness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couplet of elevator car honked their cornet 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-colored that we had left. We ended up know each other 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 piece whilst Jon fucked Debbie next to me. I didn't palpate up to joining in and Jon didn't invite me.

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the time except for when we stopped for gasoline or intellectual nourishment. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen naked people. A bit unsatisfying really.

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

Just northward of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small village. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some wearing apparel on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one elbow room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The way was a bazaar size, but in the toilet they have what Jon told me was one of the old dash French toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 home for your feet and a gob in the floor. You have to hunker down down and do your business. It was the initiative time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become nonextant age 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 menses when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big puddle on the green goddess. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That night we had our finally Nox on French grease. 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 headway. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her cover girl chest, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet wearing apparel. The bulk of people in the café were old men, but a Loretta Young dyad did follow in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them sustain a good look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite all-encompassing. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky young woman'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 dribble me back to the hotel. It was a sound job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waistline to the highest degree 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 night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Dominicus

My head suffering. I could only confront coffee ( in one of those big lawn bowling that the Daniel Chester French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ tidy'apparel, which was okay by me ; I didn't much feel like flashing anyone.

Instead of going over the TV channel we went under it. I was impressed as to how quick it was. I was just starting to find almost homo again when we arrived back home.

Just to end the perfect holiday with a complete screw ( well as perfect as a machine can yield ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking 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 Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to write all of them on my web Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's register them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa