I made my way down the beach until I could barely make out my friends in the distance. I kept walking and saw very few people around me. It was then t...at I saw a little opening in the small sand dunes at the back of the beach. I jogged up to them.There was a hint of a path through the two hills of sand. I followed the path and saw that it led to a deserted carpark. I went back towards the beach when the idea struck me. Here on the path, just before I could make it back into view; this is where. I saw her swing her knees apart, and she was naked under her short skirt.Damn, what a pussy. For some reason, I say that every time I see a fresh pussy. This one deserved a ‘double damn’ though. I looked up to see her smiling, as she watched me look at her pussy. She spread her knees really wide now.I looked from her to the others, shit, they all wore short skirts, I stepped back, to see all five, as they sat on the table top now, with their cute little tight pussies exposed.“You girls are. Christine Jones was the name of the blondebefore she was captured by this band of nomads in the year 1876. Now she wasthe property of Shiek Omar who she had insulted by slapping his face as heapproached her in her tent with the intent to sexually assault her. She wouldpay dearly for this mistake. Shiek Omar ordered her to be publicly whipped withthe camel whip. He ordered 50 lashes to be laid on after which she would beused as an animal to turn the waterwheel ?which provided water for his. She was dressed in heels, slacks, and a thin blouse despite the brisk late-February temperatures.He unlocked the door and they embraced."Took you long enough," she said."I had to tell the wife and kids to hide."She punched playfully at his ribs. "These are weird apartments. Where the heck do you park? Did I surprise you?" Completely," he replied. "Where did you park?" Next block over. Going to let me in?" Come in."She pushed past him and Scott followed her up the short staircase. Janie was.