"Nah, I'm good thanks" I replied. "Okay then, put your wet gear in a pile in the corner. Nighty-night" he answered. Off I went, dripping rainwater all...over the place.The caravan had just one bedroom with a double bed in it. Brian said I could use that and he's make up a bed from the sofa in the lounge part of the caravan. There was a small shower cubicle in a corridor between the lounge and my bedroom. I took off my wet clothes and, making sure the adjoining doors were closed, I got into the. “Go suck air!” a guy replied to my gesture. I didn’t see the beachball until it was in my face. The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the “basket” my bulg- ing breasts, bellie and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay atop my stomach. “You” I felt peculiar. “jerks?” There was a tingling. "And tell your parents that what we did on your second night in a new and unknown town, where we know no one and no one knows us, was to send you to an all night beach party alone? Umm—I think the answer to that is, NO WAY! Anyway, I wouldn't miss your first 'gig' together for the world. Now, enough talking, we've got some packing to do.An hour later, they set off for the beach, together, Pietro and the boys pushing and pulling the trailer filled with all their equipment; this included not only. I look down that my knees both are bleeding from wiggling across the rough cement. I find a water hose and stick it up my cunt and turn on the cold cooling water inside my womb. It's cold but it's relieving the burning sensation and the itch. Stupid cunt outside with a waterhose up my twat, what a scene. After most of the burning sensation is fairly gone I find my clothes, still the cummed on t-shirt and the ripe cum and piss skirt. I try to sneak into the servants enterance, but there's.