With her bladder taken care of, Carly continued her walk to the next bar - completely forgetting, or not caring, to put her skirt back on. That was ho... a half naked, tattooed, dripping Carly entered a bar, followed by six of seven young men, some of them wet themselves. The sparse crowd in the new bar could not help but fall silent. “What is everyone lookin’ at?” yelled Carly in her British accent. “Ain’t none of you blokes seen a thirsty lady before?” Before she could reach the bar, several. Her breathing had changed so every now and then there was a slow moan. After a time she rose, took his hand and they headed for the bedroom. She looked over a shoulder and signaled me to follow. Nice when your woman knows her man’s fantasy and intends to make it a reality. That’s when you realize wild horses couldn’t hold her back.At that time, it’s to hell with the consequences as only the moment counts.Once in the bedroom, she kicked off her heels and had him lift the dress over her head.. Again she climaxed from this too before heswam her back to the shallow end. All total we spent about 4 hours swimming around & fucking the girls in thepool. All during this time neither 1 of them spent more than 30 seconds withoutsome guy fucking them too. Both of them had been fucked at least 20 times, butjust how much in which hole I could not tell. Also quite a few times 1 of theguys would sit on the edge of the pool & let 1 of the girls suck his cock whileanother guy fucked them too. I know. Let's go get dressed."We went back to the bedroom and got dressed. For Becky I picked out one of the outfits we had purchased from Christine. It was purple and short at the bottom and low-cut at the top. This was a dress that she would have to be very careful in, because bending over too far exposed her breasts (no bra, of course), and if she twirled too fast or bent over too far, her pussy would put in an appearance.This dress was a far cry from anything that Becky would have worn out with our.