Seconds later we were snogging and then a voice “What’s going on here”, it was Helen. Now Helen was what we would call today a ‘chav’ but ba...k then we didn’t use that word. She was one of those girls who would show you hers if you showed her yours, she was quite pretty and today she was wearing a short skirt and a buttoned up white shirt.With her dark hair on her shoulders all soaked she was trembling with the cold. “Come here” I said as Nigel and I broke apart. I put my arms around her to warm. Sitting up, hair over her face, eyes misted with passion, her whole body and mind aflame with desire. She looked down at him as he lay on his back. Her lips flickered over his skin, until they touched his erect moist shaft, catching the aroma of herself. Kissing all around it made him gasp.Sitting back, she saw his eyes open and look at her, a different look, a pleading look and she felt his hand on the back of her head, pressing. Obediently, yet eagerly she lowered her mouth to engulf him, her. The designer nodded and said, “Yes, that's it.” She had them model the choices one more time and the touched their nipples through the fabric to demonstrate the sexy feel of the cloth. Jean-Louis beamed. The tops displayed their assets perfectly and tastefully. They were not for church but, would fit in anywhere else here on the Riviera. He nodded at the designer and she picked out a scrap of the rust fabric on one of the tables. In just a minute she turned out a baggy bow tie for Pierre's neck. Though I had stood with my eyes closed momentarily enjoying the sensations that her lips, tongue and mouth was bringing me, I soon opened them, sensing movement, and was glad that I did, as I now watched, mom's free hand moving busily between her legs, frigging her clit. I marveled at how big it actually was, how stiff, hard and swollen it had become, along with the redness of her lips, which had also swollen, now puffy as they filled with desire, pleasure and need.Normally I had pretty good.