And I was on the ball team, though I wasn’t much good at it, and so I got to see the sexy young trapeze girls in their tight little outfits with new...plump titties just bulging and gaudy blue eye makeup and I recall all the old drunks crowding into the main tent from the bars, they stood on the fringes and teetered and leered and whistled at the airborne cunt so long ago. I was seated among royalty, the young aristocracy in ball caps and fixed with strange wonder at these swirling and leaping. Saturday.Another lovely day, and as we didn’t want to sit on the beach in the hot sun of the afternoon we went there earlier planning to use the afternoon to look around the area as a start of looking at what sort of properties there might be, and prices. As we passed through the dunes the beach was busier than the day before and judging from the voices all speaking French these were locals all out to enjoy the early season sun. We settled down in our same spot and watched as the beach filled. It seemed right to touch her nipples. It was natural to have her hand on me. I found the crease in her bush without hesitation. I slipped into her as natural as could be. But when I came, she was still pushing against me, and I didn’t know what to do.She rolled me off of her, took my hand, and put it on her bush. I rubbed there, and she pushed against my hand. My finger found her crease. She moaned. I rubbed in the crease. She twitched and pushed up. I found the opening at the bottom of her. She slipped her panties down and slid them off purposefully bending over so Lisa got a full view of her ass and pussy. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers as she sat back down, this time right next to Lisa. God, she played dirty, I thought with a smile."What are you doing?" Lisa said. Her voice was more puzzled than alarmed as she looked at the naked girl beside her."I don't know about you," Brenda said, "but I'm so fucking horny." She started caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples.