At this time in my life I had only been to one naturist beach (I have been to many since then) and told them this. They said they would sought out som... material about naturist beaches and bring it along to the spa next time they visited. However, when I reminded them at the next visit they had forgotten it. She was annoyed as she had sorted it out. To my surprise she gave me their address and told me to pop along on Saturday afternoon when they would be in. Saturday came and I was at their. If we were to have fun in the car we would normally go right out into the country so as nobody would see us, but I had other ideas for tonight.I reached over and began to undo her blouse and then I struggled to undo her bra and eventually managed to remove it totally.I then managed to pull her knickers off and pulled her skirt up around her waist giving me open access to her hairy cunt, I immediately began to finger her and the drunken bitch didn’t even stir.I pulled out back on to the M2 and. The collie wasted no time, his nose going straight to my now exposed oozing pussy. Every nerve in my body stood on edge when I felt his tongue slide across my already hard clit and between my swollen pussylips. He only licked long enough to satisfy himself that I wasn’t going to shove him away before he rose up and clamped his front legs around my waist. I could feel him jerking around as he humped away. He would keep stabbing around with his bony, squirting shaft for 15 or 20 seconds before he. “You poor thing!” Kris exclaimed. “What happened? How are you and Steve making out?”Diane just raised her head from the table just enough to glare at Kris.“Oops! Sorry about that,” Kris gulped. “Poor choice of words. But what happened?”Poor Diane could scarcely talk. “Somebody blabbed,” she said hoarsely. “Did either of you tell Steve that Cam kept you in orgasm for five hours that first time on the Yucatan?”“I certainly didn’t,” I reported.“Nor did I,” Kris echoed.“Well, somebody did!” Diane.