When she was halfway to a squat, she stopped and smiled at him. "Do you like this pose?" she whispered. "It's very unladylike..." She thrust her pussy...forward and looked down shyly. Everything she had was on display. And unladylike it was. It was primitive, primal, achingly sexual, as obscene a pose as she could take without lying down. He did not know it then, but that vision would be engraved inside his skull forever after and never leave him, even in his dreams.He moaned and grunted and. Would it be possible to have a lift back on one of the coaches, the buses I mean, bringing the campers?” Inside he was panicking, where would he go, could he get M&D to wire some money, what the fuck was he going to do?“Perhaps, but I do have another idea I’ve been mulling over. I saw you help with the boats yesterday evening.”“Oh yes, Marie-Anne could do with some help I think. We rigged the others this morning.”“Yes, I saw. That was kind of you; you like sailing? I saw that you put down. “Are you sure?” She just took his hand and placed it on the cast. He did what he was told, while at the same time scrutinizing the peculiar expression on her face. “In some respects, I still function properly,” she said. “Glad to hear that.” “But we will never be able to finish what we started.” “Everything will be fine one day. You will recover…” “My left thigh is cramped.” “What can I do?” “It needs to be massaged.” “Ok.” John stood up and reached out between the horizontal bars of. It wasn’t long before an older-looking man (mid-fifties, Jeff guessed) entered from one of the ground-level passages. His Lordship, Jeff correctly assumed. He was taller than the two women, perhaps five foot eleven/six foot even. He wore reading glasses. The rest of his attire, a cream-colored woollen jumper, and grey trousers seemed much less extravagant than his wife’s (Although, on second glance, the trousers did look well tailored). Nonetheless, he too had the dignified air of an English.