.now I gotta be the whore I am and forget everything else. The wetness in between my legs kind of overpowered everything else and I kept the shwal bes...de the road on a bush that grew all over the lane adjacent to the highway. My nipples all hard and protruding gave a very slutty look to my whorish look. I liked the feeling. I thought of peeing and next I came beside the bush..stripped off my top and skirt and there I was standing all in my thong panty beside the bush.I was too horny..I slowly. .. we hunted. There are NO marinas in New Orleans. No marinas ... no place to park the Vellamo. With no place to park we have to move on.Coming within paint scrapings of Buttercup, a New Orleans river tug ... and being severely cussed at in the process ... the Captain, top hat and all, leaned out his window ... something THAT big is not a porthole.He spit a huge stream of broadleaf tobacco juice out on the river and sang, "Jag ser din outfit som du är från Finland, (I see by your outfit that. "Aww, it's ok Ashley, I understand. Come on over hereand ask me to finish dressing you up." Will you finish dressing me up as a girl, Maria?" Of course, darling." I hugged him tight against me, his erectionpressing against my naked pussy.I took out a pair of plain, black panties for myself and slid themon. Then I threw a black dressing gown over top and concentrated onmy newest girlfriend. "Let's get you in a garter. Take your pantiesoff, sis." But I just put them on, shouldn't I..." he trailed. We found information about a bit of woodland not too far away where you could park up and wander in to the woods to find some fun. All seemed fine with the reports on the internet so we organise to book a motel room for a night, meet up there then drive in my car to the dogging location. I dressed casually but Sally was unsure of what to wear. We had seen reports of police patrolling some known dogging sites so we did not want to be too obvious but nor did she fell she wanted to wear something.