30pm was still very humid and oppressive, so I didn’t want to wear the long red dress I had brought for such an occasion, due to the heat. Seeing th... French-pink satiny skirt on the hanger, I immediately decided that it would be perfect! The skirt is knee length, its lines just skimming the outline of bottom and thighs. At the hem a border of fine lace, so that it looks a little like a blushing pink satin slip. The co-ordinating top is as fine and light as gossamer, all translucently. I had been trying to start gently with her, but I can no longer control myself. I now look at her stunning naked body, her smile still beaming at me, showing me that she wants me to continue.My mouth plants onto her pussy, licking her lips, gently again. I lick inside and out, moaning as I taste her delicious juice. When they are clean, I dive my tongue deep into her pussy. I lick all around inside, wanting every drop which is pouring out.My tongue then slides up to the base of her clit. I. The moans of those two people had just done something to her, she didn't know what. Their moans, and the sight of their trashing, hot, eager bodies, and the beautiful sensations that had raced through her as her own fingers had diddled her off while she watched.Even now, in her guilt and confusion, just thinking about what had happened back there brought a stirring warmth to the inner walls of Mavis' tight, hot pussy; brought a tingling hardness to the tips of her full, well-shaped boobs. Made. “why me? Why you picking on me?”Samantha said, “we like to hang around here in a morning when we got nothing better to do. Pick up some good looking bloke that hasn’t been getting any for a while and have ourselves a party!”Satisfied, he nodded to them and said, “well that works for me little ladies. Let’s go.”He moved to the back of the van and opened the double doors. He nodded again as he saw, just like they had said, A big mattress covering the floor. He watched as Samantha scrambled in and.