Greg, Harry, and Sam were standing around the barbecue grill waiting for the charcoal to burn down to coals. Holding a cold Coke, Jack returned to the...group.Once he arrived, he asked, “Whose idea was this?”“It was Cathy’s. She wanted me to know the little shit a bit better and suggested the idea of the picnic,” Greg answered. He used his nickname for Sam without even thinking about it.Sam heard the comment and was not too thrilled about being called ‘little shit.’Jack asked, “So how did I get. She stood still as I explored her and even parted her thighs to allow me easier access to where she knew I wanted to feel. Her breathing was becoming heavier. Then: ‘Take my blouse and bra’ off,’ she whispered. I quickly removed her blouse and bra’ to free and feel her lovely soft, proud, breasts whilst also sliding a finger along the cleft of her vulva to part her vagina lips and then began to nibble gently on a very proud nipple. Granny stood naked in front of me, I knew I was going to fuck. She gave Laura a weak smile and then looked away. Laura was about to forget it when she felt the unmistakable feeling of a hand sliding up the inside of her thigh up under her skirt! "My God," she thought, "this is what happened to her fellow passenger!!!" Frantically looking around she couldn't see anyone looking out of the ordinary. She looked to see if the business man pressed against her could be the culprit. He was reading the newspaper in one hand and holding on to the over head bar with. It was a restaurant that served typical Mexican food and had a mariachi band. We ordered some tequila and had a few shots, before our meal arrived. I noticed the waiter looking at my legs every time he brought something to the table and also some guys from the tables nearby, so I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times letting my skirt ride higher on my legs every time. I was sure that a couple of guys who were sitting a few tables away now had a clear view of my pussy as my skirt was.