Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of ...er skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.Trying to find the friends she had lost track of, she craned her neck, her blond pony-tailed head rising above the crowd as she went on tiptoe to get a better look. Was that them? In the densest part of the crowd? In the dark it was hard to tell.She tried to. Her hair was tied into pigtails and her lipstick was bright red. She looked a little dorkey, but in this outfit, we had free access to all of her charms as she became the most popular girl in the world to us. Whichever of us was between shots, would prepare Lynne for our daily activities. Today it was me and I quickly removed her blouse and bra, while lip locking her. I would then remove her panties, and stroke her freshly shaven legs, from her knees to her moist lips.Tom and I exchanged. She got off at her stop, barely containing the urge to run home to her little apartment. She noticed a couple of the older women on the bus smiling at her and some of the men openly leering - a pretty young woman with a big bunch of roses, the colour high in her cheeks, eyes sparkling, obviously excited at meeting up with her man. This was what Valentine's Day was about.Melissa had cleaned, tidied, lit candles and set the music. She had showered, shaved, styled, powdered and perfumed. She had. And when I asked her why she had decided to change she replied, “What if someone saw me wearing that?” She actually wanted to see how big the plot of land was and that if we really were alone. So we walked amongst the tea gardens and through a little forest and there was no one in sight. After a six-hour long walk around the plot, and mind you we still had not reached the boundary wall, we decided to head back. She was convinced that we were alone. And she said she was convinced that we could.