We'll just draw them taut over your limitedassets. Trust me, you will look like a real beach bunny."George was still skeptical, "You can say whatever...you want, but there isno way I am wearing that in public. Your boob argument aside, there isno way I could get away with wearing the bikini bottom. It would puteverything on display and it would be obvious that Heather is not of thefemale persuasion."Poor naive George puffed up thinking he had won one for a change.Ellen ignored George's. She arrived about 30 minutes later wearing a cotton blouse and denim skirt that could almost be called mini. Tami apologized for not being dressed appropriately (she usually wore jeans when working) and said she had been on the way to a hair appointment when Tom called and told her I needed help, so she rescheduled and came straight to the job site.I was glad to see her, and getting to look at her legs was just a bonus for me, as we got to work. We started with cleaning paint off the new. That gave me an invitation and I brought my hand back up and then slowly slipped it down into her jeans.I was right away greeted by the flesh on her right ass cheek as I barley glanced her thin thong. I was in a bit of state of confusion as I had this strangers ass in my hand and now began to feel my self becoming aroused as I sat around a camp fire with friends and school mates. I was still talking to a couple of guys to my left and decided now to check up on this girl who I had my hand in her. Ali looked at Anwar and smiled slyly. The meaning was clear.Ghulam was in full flow now. His words slurring, when he yawned and suddenly, lay down and curling up feel asleep, still mumbling rubbish.There was silence for a few minutes. Sonni tried waking her husband. He snored on, mumbling and cursing in his sleep. In frustration she gave his back a hard slap and hissed “Lafunga” (Loser)Ali burst out laughing and started chatting with Sonni. The speed of his Sindhi was too fast for Anwar to.