He trailed kisses down my body until he reached my thong, which was now soaked completely through. I felt him slip his fingers under the material and ...lide it to the side, over the thin strip of light brown pubic hair above my vagina. I opened my legs wide giving him better access and watched as he lowered his eyes, looking hungrily at my pussy. “My God, you’re so wet Melanie,” he said, as his eyes traveled over my body.I felt my wetness seeping out of my vagina and running down the inside of. ‘I don’t need some scraped up, useless girl giving me directions.’ And he walked towards the woods. If John and bothered to look back, he would have seen surprise and hurt in Victoria’s eyes as she watched him walk in the wrong direction. But within seconds, she replaced hurt with righteous indignation. And with the splendid simplicity and finality of a child’s mind, John Turner became the enemy. Victoria was all grown up now, though. She still had a wild mane of hair, but her body had turned. We both fell off to sleep holding each other tightly. My dad woke me an hour later and I could still feel the rivers of his cum run from my pussy. I was lying in a huge puddle of mixed orgasmic juices and I smiled as he gently kissed me. He asked if I was ok and I told him that it was wonderful. Dad told me that it had been almost 20 years since he had sex and that it had always been with the lights out and in the dark. He said that he had never had oral sex before and that this was the hottest. 'It turned out that the lad sat next to me was called Liam. He was 27 and worked as a chippy in Liverpool. It was clear that he was a scouse as the accent was so strong. As much as the smell of weed that he had been smoking. Why on earth my mum was striking up a conversation with these lads was beyond me.'So why are you three here on holiday then love' he responded sheilding the sun from his eyes.Mum replied, 'Oh my youngest here, well, he has just finished his A-levels and needed a well earned.