No surf but clean and clear water with a sandy shore and no current to speak of. We splashed around for a bit before I returned to the shelter to rela... and to reduce my sun exposure. I have low production of melanin, which means I am white on white. After sun exposure, I usually go pink and then that fades back to white. No tan lines on me, just chalky white! By the end of summer, I am less chalky but that is as good as it gets. So, I am reclining in the shelter and eventually Kt comes back to. ."Mother Hen replies, "Tango Uniform report."I reply, "Sir there are more vehicles headed into Texas all the time and some are beginning to disperse on the side roads. It looks like they are after more than Bob's Country Bunker. I would say this is another invasion of Texas."Mother Hen orders, "Tango Uniform, get back here with the video ASAP."We do a quick 180, head back along the road while making sure we film everything. As we get close to Bob's Country Bunker, there's a huge fucking. I lower myself over Ella, my delicate softness awaiting her sweet, tender mouth. Ella lifts her head a little, as I lower a little more, she begins to suck and lick at my juices. My orgasm dripping lightly over my lips, she’s hungry for it. I nod at Jason and he lowers himself down and licks gently on Ella, making her moan out against my pussy. My harsh, uneven breaths coming quick, so soon, matched with Ella’s. I can sense she’s as excited and turned on as I am. Jason’s cock is large and. .’ ‘Fucking too true mate…..fucking too bleeding true.’ Patrick gently stroked Rachel’s neck where the small wound from Snakes knife had dried over with blood, ‘Does this hurt….do you need a doctor? I nearly died when I saw him hurt you.’ Looking at the wound in his side and then his arm, ‘These need stitches.’ ‘Nah….just a plaster. They’re not deep….’ ‘Patrick you need stitches they’re bad….’ ‘No time….we need to get down to Brighton…..the boat is waiting to take us out of the country…….you.