Her brilliant red top struggled to contain her breasts and as far as I could tell there was no bra to help. She wore a black skirt like one that would...normally be worn in an office only it was half as long. Black leather ankle high boots covered her feet. She was radiant in the afternoon sun, her soft light skin, red lipstick that exactly matched her shirt and layered brown shoulder length hair.She was quick to open the tuck door as she got in I was transfixed on the 8 plus inches of cleavage. Sitting cross legged and scanning the beach from her hiding spot, she pulled her shirt off and felt that exciting rush of exposing oneself for the first time of the season. Wearing a swimsuit always felt slightly awkward after a long winter, like she was stripping in front of a crowd. Of course, no one could see her skimpy bikini, or how good her curves looked in it, unless they walked right past the shrub. Madelyn pulled off her loose, cotton pants and shoved her clothes in the bag. She took. A few minutes later, Darren trundled through the door, and slammed it close behind him in one fluid move. A small blizzard of flakes shot through while it was open, dancing wildly on the wind before the door slammed shut. The flakes settled gently to the floor as Darren stamped his feet and shouted, ‘Sean, muck this! We’re closed! Go home and keep warm!’ ‘Woot.’ I said, forcing joviality into my voice. Just glancing outside, I knew the walk would be a forty-minute long, freezing forced march. Without speaking, she drew the packet to her mouth, biting through the cellophane wrapping, before handing the opened packet to her brother."What... you want a condom on it?" Matt asked, a little confused. Amy gave no response other than a light nod. Quickly he scrambled through the pack, pulling out a wrapper, instantly unveiling the condom inside of it, and positioning it in his hand ready to place it on. Slowly he withdrew the dildo from Amy's cunt as he prepared to cover it with the condom.