They were Brazilian panties. Jacqui had schooled me a little on women’s underwear so I knew what these were called (kind of handy having a girlfrien... working at Victoria’s Secret!). They were silky, lots of little frills and how they showed off her butt cheeks! The bra was matching and definitely let her nipples poke through. She struck a couple sexy poses for me, eliciting more groans from deep inside me. This was turning into the sexiest style show I could ever imagine. What made it even. When I say 'latrines' I am not referring to pits dug deep into the ground to collect effluent but a canvas and hessian shrouded line of thunder boxes.When seated at ones devotions, grunting and straining, squadrons of bluebottles would buzz around your head; acrid clouds of tobacco smoke were the only half-decent remedy to keep them away from private parts.After my first visit to the latrines, and the subsequent flailing at the fly swarm accompanying me, I made a beeline to the nearest. **I’d had an incredible evening, first the adult cinemaexperience, then car-sex with the big fat old guygetting his first sex in ages, and using me for theexperience. What had I become? Hubby, stranger and Iall went into a nearby pub for a cooling down drink,Mike got the drinks in, the stranger blatantly satnext to me on a back-row of seats. We must have looked a strange threesome to theregulars in the pub, because I had this big older guywith one arm around me and his other hand resting. Pulling up in front of the house, Dora turned off the engine and turned to smile at her. ‘When he gets back, you’re not going to be here, darling.’ Alayne’s door opened, and a rough hand grabbed her arm while another reached across and flicked open her seatbelt, she looked up in shock. Beneath his dark moustache, his smile was very white. From the other side of the car, Dora let out a low chuckle. ‘Alayne, meet your Uncle Mark.’ He pulled her effortlessly out of her seat. His hands cupped her.