“Put your legs across mine and I’ll give you a foot massage,” I said.“You really want to know where we are going on vacation. But I’m not go...ng to tell you,” she giggled, her words just a tad slurred. The wine was starting to affect her.I had completely forgotten about the vacation. It was the last thing on my mind at the moment. “Uh ... yep, I do.”She lifted her legs, stuffing the robe between them, and placed them across my legs. “Wait,” I said and rushed upstairs to her bedroom and brought. Pressed close to her as I was, I took the opportunity to grind my re-bar against her and growled all the debauched and perfectly orgyrific things I wanted to do in her diamond studded ear. Her struggles weakened, but her knees opened without a fight when I pushed my way between them. A flawlessly shaped leg rode up my thigh while I worked her barely-there dress up. Then I was there, cupping her perfectly waxed pussy and worrying a few fingers into her. She was a contradiction of fire and rain;. Elaine threw on a T-shirt that she says looked like a dress, but it was too short to really be a dress, but it worked for me. Then out of the blue Elaine asks me, “Isn’t that the outfit you wore n T¬-Bay when you went bar hopping to get laid in?”Close enough to truth and if Elaine was going to visualize me like this up there to get stimulated by, then so be it. I was getting a bit of a buzz from some brownies with RSO, a couple glasses of New Zealand white wine and combined with Elaine’s pussy. .” We cut back to her dimpled smile as she continues, “ ... And this week we’re in Skegness, for a very dirty weekend of camping with our new friend...”We cut to the campsite office – one of the few permanent structures on the whole site. Inside, tidying up some brochures in the reception area, a middle-aged blonde wearing jeans that hug her big behind, and a button-up halter top that shows-off plenty of flesh - old, extremely average sized, 38B boobs, inner curves on display, but not forming.