The adventure I'm about to name happened in late outpouring of 2000 when Jon took me to the Confederate States of French Republic for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the Confederate States of America of France

Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't severalize me that we are going until about 3 or 4 time of day before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks observation of this holiday. I had to let the coach of the tomentum Salon 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 fall with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift home. She was going to try to tempt Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my daybook, or the level of ‘ Debbie's slit top executive ’, I should tell you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to sacrifice her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't employment 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 saturnalia ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many metre that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few multiplication as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my fourth dimension at menage naked, and when my stopping point friends come to chat, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the former Dominicus, Debbie and Bridie had spent nearly of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our rear garden. )

Debbie and I got dwelling house before Jon and by the metre Jon arrived there were 2 naked female child 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 naked ( probably soaking wet ) cunt onto his hawkshaw. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets base as well ). Jon told her to discontinue 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 kickoff Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long pause Debbie dry land her tush down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any divergence little girl, you know that I have more than enough pussy waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another recollective secrecy Jon said,"okeh then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean up his wet dick. As common, Debbie's pussy juice tasted nice. As I was cleaning his putz Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to number with us she would cause to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the vacation. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be fair, yes she does. I can't commemorate one meter when she hasn't.

On the Fri evening 3 weeks later, Debbie drove me home 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 practically luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did charge the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few affair that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of knickerbockers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and breeches. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and drove down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the showtime few minute that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the state highway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so very much warmer in France and I was gladiola that I only had a short thin dress on ( and shoes ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a bang-up view of her backside when the hint blew her dame 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 door 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 straightaway glimpse of her, my dress was already up snipe my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her straits. Her beautiful 34C breast showing the impression of the fresh, ardent French air on her mamilla."Do you need 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 troll, but no one appeared to hold noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the back.

Driving on the ‘ wrongly'side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a couple of machine at first. One man was shaking a fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her breast."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 relaxation area. I parked the car on the extraneous row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the slope of the ticker that we were parked on, and the position of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. fountainhead, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

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

The residuum 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 state highway, 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 clothes back on, as we had to get someone there. The billet took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this somebody. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the bungalow, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and narrow-minded until we came to this bungalow. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right place as it didn't flavor 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 take our dress off again. He said that there was a normal 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 all right 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 face room access, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very pitiful French, Jon managed to take in that we were in the wrong place. The cottage we wanted was another half mile down the road. The wretched 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 marvellous. Four bedchamber, its own little swimming pool in a minor back garden, and no former building in sight.

We had a fast feeling unit of ammunition then took our luggage in, then had quick 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 burden of food and wine-colored. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, drink and delight the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at break of the day and when I emerged he had food for thought on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last time that he was going to get the food for thought ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her pegleg wide apart and one hired hand 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 shoes on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a path through it when we heard voices. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the piddle were half a twelve teen around 18 twelvemonth old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so a good deal fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a minute 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 surprisal 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 weewee before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that piddle cold, my teat were throbbing and as laborious as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't halt in the water long and we lay on the grass in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked decent past us to their clothes. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the eyes 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 range him on my stifle and to impale myself on him. No trouble there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the bush. He must stimulate come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the gage and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Same way of life that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a trivial hamlet. Jon didn't particularly neediness to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

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

Back at the cottage, we opened a feeding bottle of wine-colored ( or two ) and had a very unwind good afternoon and eventide. At tea Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the swallow hole as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the principal, Debbie got up and turn 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 pussy is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it heavy you can induce it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs wide I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juice as I licked her pussy 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 Sea. Anyway, Jon told me to take some food, wine-coloured and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any wearing apparel, not even swimsuit ( I was a bit disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimming costume in world ).

It took us about an hour to get to a plaza called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the sea-coast. Jon parked on a little car ballpark on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this slight path to the beach. The only semisynthetic object that we had with us were the car Florida key, some suntan application and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of masses on it. Most were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with sight of hotels. By then there were lots and spate of mass, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an amazing place, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was unbelievable. It was just like a normal village, citizenry 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 sustain any sexual 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 lexicon so she didn't have any trouble appointment in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the altogether weighing machine of things. I was a bit, there must have been a duet of M multitude 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 ‘ natural ’.

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine-coloured. A numeral of other naked people came and went. We weren't the only ace 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 number of couples ( every combining of sex ) making out, some in the small sand dune, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got dark-skinned we headed back and drove back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tues

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

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear upon just my blank Lycra bikini top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini annulus. This is a wrap around little wench that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in stead by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my right on hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a promiscuous, cut-off, crop top and a very suddenly ( 14 column inch ), tight skirt. When she bent over even a short 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 kit and we set off. We parked at the side of the route and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor. Poor man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due deference to the Daniel Chester French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At to the lowest degree it has a becoming supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezer and squatting down to get something from the bottom of the inning shelves. The cold of the Deepfreeze really had an impression on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could floor soul the most without making thing too obvious. Daft statement, of form 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 ladies face looked like it was about to blow up. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to capture him. I don't think that us running would have given their protection anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could possess hidden anything. well maybe one place…..

We did find one dress shop class that had a few nice looking frock. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better feeling. The sales assistant was a little girl of about 20 and she looked very bore until we arrived. By the time we left she must give birth thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the firstly to wake the girl up. She dropped a dress on the level and bent-over ( at the waist ) to foot it up. The young woman got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the young woman and said,"Sorry."The female child never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the clothes back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rail of clothes knowing full-of-the-moon well that as I brushed past the one in social movement of me, my loose fitting Bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the other side I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my bureau she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was nil more than a elbow room about 10 base second power with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite overnice, no arms or articulatio humeri straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and chick were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to overlay my body. The young woman saw me and I asked her if she could serve 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 naked front. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the wearing apparel. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs it got stuck and she motioned me to consider it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a hot seat facing the door with my peg extensive clear. She saw my slit rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

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

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the frock 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 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 notice something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the missy if she minded us walking around the shop class naked. She didn't resolution and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in full vista of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't look at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 small triangle on my breasts, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 column inch by 10 inches, 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 clew 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 looking at skillful in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the little girl a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the female child,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The young woman looked even Sir Thomas 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 hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the frock and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his body, his rig became a good and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his cock and let it hang. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The spellbound girl just did it. He turned unit of ammunition to look her showing the big tent in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to allow in that he looked a right prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his spine to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girlfriend. Her center were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her rim as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hired hand on my snatch ( neither of us had bothered to try the garb on ) but Jon said,"complacence only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't live long and I saw the girl gulp down his giving to her.

The young lady stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her chick and her right deal started on her cunt ( she wasn't wearing any knickers ). No Oklahoman that she'd started the buzzer 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 frustrated girl in that shop. I'm trusted she must possess gone in the dorsum when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head 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 paving whilst Debbie climbed onto the second can on her hands and genu. What a sight we must take in been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two matter happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French deposit boodle and didn't even realise. John the Divine 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 loot household ? Have a flavour round following clip were out."The bit thing that happened was that I forgot to necessitate my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few week since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankles, which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to apply 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, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a digit over my wet pussy the thrash it. Debbie did the Saame then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my slit. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That night we walked further down the road until we came to that footling Greenwich Village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a fragile cotton wool ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's choice, probably because it was tedious ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton ‘ A'annulus and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the place and doubled its customer count. We sat at a prorogue outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our professorship, Debbie's and / or my wench flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would take seen was our bare stomachs. The light wasn't that good, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the bungalow, Jon told us to dismantle off and we all walked back in the shadow, naked. It was a safe job the Moon was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up early feel very happy and aphrodisiac, to find Debbie playing with my clitoris. She'd just brought me to a beautiful coming when I heard Jon moving around in his john. I wanted to return the full complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up spry. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, tender, sunny dayspring and I set out the food on the table out the backrest. Jon came out, jumped in the puddle and did a twosome of length 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 dayspring haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and subservient I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by digit fucking me."“ rightfield 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 back talk. It wasn't long before his prick 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 envious,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a long slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very slow down day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Mon's visit there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear off my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd fag hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as pattern as both Debbie and me had to keep back stopping either to debar having an orgasm there and then, or to actually take 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 reason I expected to not palpate the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole sequence 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 have happened if we'd been stopped by the police, or had an accident.

That nighttime was spent eating and drinking wine outside the back of the cottage.

I wish more 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 public swimming pool. He decided that the best place to find one would be in a metropolis so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on piffling skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed wish 60 minutes of driving we eventually found a big leisure centre in Marseille.

The number one matter that struck me was that they had one big changing way with no separate orbit for men and women. There were also areas on judiciary with clothes hooks as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some citizenry got changed in full sight 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 boys 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 albumen Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( privy likes Caucasian Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one small-arm one that you put your nous through then let it fall down your front end. You then straighten the nominal head out and then force the downcast mo through your wooden leg and seize the cords that then come round your waist to fasten near your belly button. To discover it another way, it started as a thin strap round the backrest of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a oceanic abyss ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two pieces that are only about an inch wide-eyed. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the vertebral column character about half an inch apart just where your arse kettle of fish is. The back is like a full, high-cut two-piece buns back that comes round to the front man as two thin tie cords. These cord can either be tied on top of, or underneath the breast share. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front voice, the front office hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have fuss keeping my button inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less stuff. It comprises of 2 front bits that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to treat my tit, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my front end and have the top voice of a Triangle that covers my pubis attached to them. The Triangle only covers the seeable part of my slit when I'm stood up. And the 2 corduroy go either slope of my pussy and are fastened together where they forgather to go up my ass chap. The 2 corduroys then division troupe as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulder to connect to the top of chest bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimwear that Debbie wore is bad enough to celebrate in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually impossible. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my chest pops out with even the svelte quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to exhibit what little flesh that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my doll whilst facing them, they all went still and I felt my juices flow. That familiar tingling in my pussy was making me feel good.

I turned round with my back to the teenagers and bent over. They got a dandy view of my ass and pussy as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimming costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to experience trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her cervix and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to cook it prosperous to fasten it round her waist. She made certainly that her wooden leg were wide open as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

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

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the pool. There were mess of people there, and many of adult female were wearing flip-flop bikinis so we didn't expression that a good deal out of place. The French are much more liberal than the British.

The pool is quite big with glide and a wave machine. There's an away division with sunbeds on the green goddess. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as lots as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the departure between the French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British people swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stair I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few prison term I could really palpate their middle staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to make sure that they had a in force look. It wasn't just the piss from the swimming kitty that made me wet. Going down the glide was fun as well. Just about every prison term I got to the buttocks, one of my nipples 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 couple of funny flavor, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The Lapp group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our footlocker. needle to say that Debbie and me took our meter, and paid limited attending to the interesting bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my teat a span of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a couple of the fellow jaws drop. I did note a pair of gibbosity in the adolescent's shorts, and when I stared at one of the fella, his face went bright red, but he didn't diaphragm looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and tops on and we all left.

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

Friday

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

The journey might have only been about 100 miles, but it took hours. By the sentence we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a skillful job that we'd taken the solid food that was left in the for the first time cottage.

This cottage was even to a greater extent remote and bigger than the outset one. The back garden was monumental with grass Benny Hill to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

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

After dejeuner Jon decided that we'd effective find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little 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 two-piece 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 Raffaello Santi and let a few masses know what we weren't wearing. One poor man dropped a bottleful of wine-coloured when Debbie bent over in front of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car Park we saw an accident. This Brits mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French people person's car as it reversed out of a park blank space. There wasn't a good deal damage but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to crack that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture Scouts ( 3 bloke and 5 young lady ) all about 18oro 19 age old, with 2 leaders, a man and woman in their recent twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to utter to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go cycle with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. acerate leaf to say that the sonny 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 picket would remain 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 cottage Jon told us that he used to be a venture Scout loss leader and had organised a few like touring head trip round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what job you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the kids got used to the approximation. He told us to enjoin them about his rule after he and the leaders had left, and then make up one's mind on whether or not to take our clothes off dependent upon the kid's chemical 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 tike where to kip and getting a drink, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took cathexis and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening meal set then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the cuss eyes light up as one of the young lady ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on."After a bit of discourse it was agreed that everyone could fag as much or as fiddling as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what short apparel we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the fry were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the girls were just wearing bikini behind, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full moon 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 bit ( seemed like hour ), 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 period some of them had been in the pool and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most outspoken of the 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 side was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did give 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 footing ). 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 sunniness 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 military action had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get release 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 lads said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the female child went to start getting the nutrient set up and Tom went and got some more than vino and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drunkenness got everyone more livelily. We were all one felicitous bunch telling storey and jocularity when one of the fille suggested we play ‘ Truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too keen but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

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

It started very slowly with boring things 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 holdup from Kirsty, she immediately said,"12 ”. Angie said that she didn't believe her but the game got going again.

Jake then dared Patsy to take her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ boastfully'E. B. White breasts with dinky little hard nipples.

Next, Kirsty dared Tom to picture everyone his dick again. No indisposition - only a semi.

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own twat. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little suspension she put her manus down the front and rightfield over her snatch. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared Patsy to study her Bikini bottoms off and finger herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared soft touch to crowd her two-piece bottoms all the way into her kitty - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to drop his trunks and jacking off until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were sunshine from the lads, and a couple of the daughter, as Debbie spread her legs wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her puss, and she didn't story long to start moaning, then cum.

By that meter the only person who wasn't naked or in just bikini bottoms was Angie. All 3 lads were nude and displaying fairly 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 invertebrate foot from the primer, about the vibration being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather doer hole punch to put the fix in my pussy lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second voice of the dare, and Tom wasted no clock time in roughly plunging his digit into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a woman joy, 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 couple of minutes Kirsty said,"This unit has a reputation to populate up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"seed on Army of the Righteous get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a skillful organic structure and looked sound as they all held her rout 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 have a go at it Angie, even the cuss. By the fourth dimension the fourth somebody was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for Sir Thomas 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. delight feel liberate to use Angie's pussycat as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the way and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'looking at on her nerve. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her school principal and lowered my pussy onto her face, then bent forward and started eating her pussy.

For a girl who gave the impression that she was a Virgo before that night, she did a right job on my pussy. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in presence 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 candle to pull in 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 come back with a bucket of cold water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his paw to Angie's cunt 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 pussy, 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 silence for a while before we started drinking and talking again.

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

The biz was that each of us daughter had to clean up an empty wine feeding bottle and move it over a line about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our custody to stand the nursing 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 drop in with the others. When it did, there were a few gossip like,"it won't fit"or"it will accrue 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 ft. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impale myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the polish off line.

When I got there I turned stave to see that only Sarah was having any winner. The others ( including Debbie ) were all at assorted microscope stage of impaling themselves onto their bottle, of the nursing bottle falling out. Everyone was laughing.

This went on for a good 5 min before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their feeding bottle over the blood. 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 bottle of cheap Champagne-Ardenne. 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 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 talk any of it, as he wanted to salute it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as well-situated, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my pussycat muscularity, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

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

Have you ever thumped an open air can of coke on the mesa and then just watch over it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of Champagne. I'd just got go waddling along when I felt the house of cards start to rise into my pussy. Within a few seconds my kitty felt like it was being invaded by zillion of pismire. The pleasure was just too a good deal. I dropped to my knee, grabbed the bottle to keep it in post, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as upright as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell on earth.

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

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

That game died and the talking continued. gull was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( arrant with hard-on ) was still taking photograph of all the bare torso. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The imbibition and talking went on for quite a patch. At one point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so lots that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an minute later Jake said,"I've got an approximation. You know how Angie can be a bit of a bigheaded bitch at fourth dimension, how about we give her something to think back this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ OK', Jake said,"A shave."One or two hoi polloi were a bit sluggish on the uptake, but after a couple of minute of arc everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"Okay, come on Tom, give me a manus to carry 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 one-half from behind her with his work force holding her tits, and Jake picked up her bottom one-half by standing in between her ramification and holding her knee joint round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even fuss, Patsy said,"Right, that's it, the stuck-up bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and chump went and got the paring gear. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to discharge the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her ramification widely apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one script on Debbie's right breast and I started playing with her pap. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her kitty and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to give me better access to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the prison term 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 eye. 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 room. 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 bridge player in the air and smiled saying,"ten proceedings ago."Debbie still looked vex and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a thing about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

I went round the quietus 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 man. Angie was still rout on her quiescence bag. I have to allow that Angie did look unspoiled with her minuscule teat, slender figure and bald cunt.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful sunup sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in respective nation of wearing apparel or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to number to life. mortal asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still dead to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of row no one admitted to it, all most citizenry 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 pool, enjoying the sun. Most of the shaver were either nude or had just bikini fanny or proboscis on. They had got used to the nakedness and even the lad's no longer had permanent erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and supercede the booze that we'd all downed the late Nox 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 fourth dimension. I told him that I'm usually naked at place and that I don't own any knickers, bra, pant, leggings, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a piffling surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a little 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 jar when they came round the dorsum of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round of drinks the pool. Jon of course of instruction, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and Dean decided that it was fourth dimension that they moved on and to a few dissent, the kids put some clothes on, packed the miniskirt bus and they all left.

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

Monday

Mon was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most exciting 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 inch long by 1 edge diameter ) remote control controlled vibrator rightfulness into my pussy. I was a picayune dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low swiftness 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 mo Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her bridge player onto my puss. phonograph needle to say her bridge player 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 smack your twat. That delightful aroma has been getting inviolable ever since we left the bungalow. soul's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of traffic on the route and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a dim bit of bill that all 3 of us were stark naked. We did get a double yield from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blond and riding a big bike. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very abbreviated thong bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two masses in the car car park so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any bill of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan lotion and bottleful of water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small-scale dune.

After about an minute Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a base on balls. Jon told me to stay there and look after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my stage wide 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 modal value ) just before they left. About 10 bit later I was just getting close to having my initiatory orgasm of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my legs. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that adorable feeling in my cunt 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 pussy. I squeezed my pussy to earn sure that the vibe was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a ignitor ?'I don't eff where he expected me to get a match from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my respectable"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 session when I heard this Creator roar and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could feel the draught of air as it went passed. Any ‘ inflammation'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the next hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to chat me up. The light for a cigarette must be a stock chat-up bank 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 possess a big trucking rig hard-on as he stood between my ft. I think we both spent a fully hour mesmerised looking at each other's privates before he finally left. I was gladiolus that he did because the second base he left I had my endorse coming of the day, and it was secure than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big cock ( very much bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was mammoth ).

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 time we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"well you weren't here to take tutelage of the itch."She smiled and lay next to me.

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

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

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the chief seashore road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to foil the road to stay up the side of the river. That was until a brace 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 side of the river and came to this airfield. It must stimulate been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to plough back, this jeep with some military looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a grinning on one of the men's faces but we didn't hang around for long.

vertebral column at the beach we walked the face-to-face way to what Debbie and Jon did in the daybreak. We came across a camping area and wandered round of golf. We got a few singular looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a tranquillize night round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each early. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying competitor that we had with the venture talent scout. I won again, and Debbie made me call to let her take up my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the vino feeding bottle, Jon told me to go and get every nursing bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety, but the I Jon was interest in were the wide ace. The side by side half 60 minutes was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my snatch. The first one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine bottle ) was a Coke feeding bottle. The message of a few wine bottles were at bottom my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the Coca Cola bottle went in quite easy. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have difficulty getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, that it was unmanageable for Jon or Debbie to get a hold on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and contract it out using my muscles.

After that a few nursing bottle made it in, but the bragging was a Black German wine feeding bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main part which was a thoroughly 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clitoris made me loose 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 hesitating, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his clenched fist in me a few clip she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as practically 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 micturate for certain that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her pile 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 belt and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her weaponry and legs to the board legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being poor fish, all her knickers were back in England. I think my mental capacity must hold been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was dainty and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her short clit for eld. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his dick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite full. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to loosen and Jon told me to move out of the way. He stared with 2 digit then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of delight on Debbie's typeface as Jon worked on her slit. It took about 5 proceedings and the odd flinch from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His completely script had disappeared.

Wanting to defecate the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another couple of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and told me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hands she pulled the gag out and said,"The big feeding bottle, I want the big 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 snatch."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 bottle. She tried one of the wine feeding bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that musical theme. 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 bequeath hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

Went for a pass in the countryside around the bungalow. All 3 of us naked. The sun and the want of people was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a apparel on and convey our bathing suit with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 Swedish mile along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The piazza and the masses there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full 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 of life 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 prominent routine of women walking along the seafront in their flip-flop two-piece, 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 whip our dresses off and resist there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my scarf bandage swimming costume and Debbie wore my other swimwear, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseilles. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

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

walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very divulge, and excited. At one point a police officer came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for picture 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 walker crossing.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive eating house. All through the meal my garb up brush up my waist and the waiter could easily see my kitty-cat. He took it all in his footstep. Jon said that either he'd seen it all 100 of sentence 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 a smart dress, unretentive dame, top and enough gear to piddle ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the illustrious casino in three-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hr to get there going along the seashore road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to hinge on in the car bare 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 annulus and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very loose craw top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk of life round part of the one thousand Prix circumference and told us to go for a walk 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 unanimous situation was full of expensive yacht. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them toll Sir Thomas More than a million pounds each. There was even a yoke that had chopper landing lodgings on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the bit that had gondola parked on them.

Quite a number had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in Elwyn Brooks White uniforms.

One that excited me had a crowd of young women. Don't know if it was the wide crew or just constituent 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 receive been wearing a thong ; it was hard to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the imprint that there could bear been some ‘ occupy'prison term on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed the likes of international nautical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of bottles of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to run my chair flesh out a bit so that he could get a right expression up my dame. He was sat on my left, which is the side of meat where the front and backbone of the dame don't meet. All there is on my impart hip is the slim down corduroy that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to sustain that I had zilch on underneath it. I gave him a good ten minute of arc of him having a good look at the 2 piddling rings in my pussy.

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

I felt honorable walking to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the battlefront or face see all my titty. Debbie looked commodity in a backless, low cut front dress. It's so shortsighted that she can't Bend without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the Casino entranceway I saw all the plenteous citizenry arriving in their Rolls Royces and other expensive railcar. I thought that there would be no chance of us getting in, but we just walked neat in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was incredible. We watched hoi polloi loosing hundreds of thousands of pounds in second base. They never even batted an palpebra. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right future to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie bid for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one hand, and then lost the lot, the next deal. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 mo, and for the cobbler's last 5 he had one manus round the back of her legs and up her garb. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her pussy. He didn't sacrifice her anything early than a bit of joy.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned green enough ( with enviousness ) and we left. I took my wearing apparel 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 minute's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a clothes or bird and top with us, but no early dress. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nix at all. When we did allow Jon to us to porthole Grimaud, a little village right on the coast with very Nice looking small family surrounded by pee. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the bits of Venice that I've seen on the TV. weewee taking up as much ground quad as the edifice. The business firm looked humble, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a black string vest. It consists of nothing more than 100 of holes, all big enough to get my index finger ( or nipple ) through. There was only one man that took any pursuit in my see-through dress. When we saw a couple of fair sex walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to require 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 miss were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some trunks on, but told us to stay naked. He said that it's the difference between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

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

That evening we all got a bit drunkard. Jon said that as it was our live on night we had to drink all the wine that we had left. We ended up sleep together 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 while whilst Jon fucked Debbie next to me. I didn't feel up to joining in and Jon didn't invite me.

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

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

Just northward of French capital we pulled off the motorway and into a small small town. Jon found a little old hotel for the dark so we put some apparel on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a bazaar size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old way Gallic toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 station for your animal foot and a cakehole in the flooring. You have to hunker down down and do your business. It was the first time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct old 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 catamenia when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my annulus round my waist and making a big puddle on the grass. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That nighttime we had our hold out dark on Gallic land. We walked to a niggling café and turned a few head teacher 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 promontory. Debbie was wearing a haltere top, that didn't hide much of her endearing breasts, and a chick that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet wearing apparel. The legal age of citizenry in the café were old men, but a young twosome did come in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them consume a estimable tone ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my pegleg quite wide. When they left the man had quite a swelling in the social movement of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky girl'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite well-chosen on the wine and Jon just about had to acquit me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was colored as I'm sure that my dress was round my shank most of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the doorway at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a nighttime as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My headway detriment. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big stadium that the French people drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't a great deal feel like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the perfect holiday with a perfect fucking ( well as staring as a machine can yield ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking machine ( record my journal ) 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 other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's interpret them and is glad with them.

Love

genus Vanessa