Pete slid his hand up under my skirt and I couldn't help but let him finger my twat. I was so wet. We were in the laundry at this point. That's where ...ll the beer was. I rubbed his cock through his pants and soon enough he had it out and he was fucking me on the washing machine. It felt so good and dirty doing it so close to all these horny men." How many men were there?" You know. I've never counted. But from my memory of who I knew was there ... at least ... ten."Ten men plus Amy," I. Rodger was a 20 year old dream with smoldering brown eyes and a quick white smile, muscular build, and like the song says, he could have had me at “hello”. I could feel my panties get wet just sitting next to him, with his hairy arm brushing my skin. He was my number one masturbation fantasy those days, imagining him fucking me gave me many, many, explosive orgasms. It was obvious he preferred Peg to me, but I still flirted shamelessly none the less. About the third week we had known him, I. It kinda felt weird to follow her into her bedroom so she could change into something more comfortable, yet she suggested it, so I just followed along. I quickly found out why she suggested it. I have no idea how she had planned to remove the outfit by herself. I had to push and pull and stretch to help her get out of it but eventually she was naked before me. And not in the least concerned. She just wandered over to her closet and disappeared inside for a moment before returning, wrapping a. We’ll maybe share some other stories from this short holiday some other time…stuff like DJ giving some top class pantieless upskirt flashes in the hotel bar….squatting naked and pissing on my hard cock as 2 guys watched and wanked themselves off on the beach…spreading her pussy on the beach to a young guy with a massive but thin rock hard cock who asked (very politely) if he could see DJ’s clit…as he had only ever seen those of girls his own age, and never of “an older lady”…but for now, this.