They were confident, attractive, and above all sensual. She was confident but only pretty and wholesome. So she asked Amy "What are the tips that you ...ere going to give me?" As Babbs enjoyed her drink which had once again been d**gged, Amy began. " I know you have done pageants in the past. I was watching you on stage and I think there are a few things you can change. "Amy went on to tell Babbs things like "In the past you stood and posed with your legs together. In our pageants it is better. "With that she picked up a sun top and pulled in on; she looked smashing. With the addition of a short skirt we were ready for breakfast."I suppose wearing a top on the beach would be too much to ask," she giggled."You can wear whatever you're comfortable with," I explained."Well, if you aren't going to force me, I'd like to wear a little sun top," she smiled her thanks, "well at least for the first few days." Yeah, that's fine," I said.Around about eleven it got too hot to sit out any more so. She introduced herself. “Emily King. Sorry I didn’t get out and help, but...” She gestured to an ankle wrapped in a tan bandage. God. Everything about her was tan.“Thank you for coming.” Anne looked at Emily’s left hand, which was resting on a pastel-colored child seat. “Miss King. Are you here to take us to Coney Island?”“And generally to make sure you get settled in, sure enough,” said Emily agreeably. “Would you like to stop by the airport proper for anything to eat or drink ... trip to the. I could only stand there with my mouth open. "Oh, fuck." I felt her fingers reaching in from behind, holding me open for her tongue. I pushed my hips forward, trying to force myself into her mouth. "Oh, fuck!"I felt one finger push inside and my knees got weak. I had to support myself by resting my hands on her shoulders. The release was building fast and I wanted it so badly. Jules moaned like she was the one in ecstasy."Fuck!" The release rocked me. I barely kept my feet, but Jules held me.