For the third time that morning I stole a glance at him. He lay on a lounge chair, face up, with a straw hat covering his face. His body was gorgeous!...I could only hope that his face was equally so. I couldn't help that my eyes kept wandering to the bulge in his swim trunks. Every time my eyes landed on his bulge I quickly looked away, feeling me cheeks heat up. I was on vacation. I was on vacation. That was the mantra I repeated to myself over and over again. My mystery man did help to keep my. So tell me, did you diddle your clit?”“Jesus, Lisa. Yes okay, yes I did, is that what you want to hear?”The admission of her masturbation to her friend, and in a public place no less, only served as fuel for the fire and she found her pussy getting very wet. Her clit was tingling and her pussy was pulsating. What she really wanted to do was to go somewhere and ease the tension building in her.“No, what I want to hear is every juicy detail.”“I can’t.”“Of course you can. It’s turning you on like. Her golden skin was bright in the room's light, and despite the purple bruise surrounding her left eye, the Asiatic slant of her black eyes gave her an exotic appearance.I had no idea how old Peggy was. I knew she had been living with Bill for at least five years, and Eskimo women usually age rapidly, but her face bore no hint of the wrinkles middle aged Eskimo women usually develop, so I guessed she might still be in her mid twenties.She stood, looking down at me for a moment as if trying to. She bought me 3 pair in stone-wash and a pair in white.None of them had back pockets and the back seam kind of pushed into mybut-crack just like my panties did. Oh well, they were really comfyanyway. I just adored the little flower embroidery on the ass. It matchedmy heels and purse!It was all the rage lately for girls to wear pantyhose with their shorts.Aunt Sue took me to the hosiery section. The sales lady took mymeasurements for pantyhose. She suggested the sheer-to-waist, suntanhose. My.