My colleague is back at the station doing paperwork". I took my hair down as the wind had made it look a right mess. "So what have you been buying? I ...ouldn't help notice the Ann Summers and Victoria's Secrets bags" he asked me. "Oh here you go" I said handing over the bags. He took the bags and glanced inside them. "Mmmmmmm. The underwear looks very nice. And you've also brought some toys" the officer said. I could see that look in his eyes that I saw the previous week. "Can you pass me the. “Sit. This won’t take long; then you can go back to what you were doing.”Reluctantly, he sat. “It’s your home, and I am your guest,” he said as he emptied what was left of his wine, the French accent reappearing.“Où en France As-tu grandi?” I suddenly asked him where in France he grew up. He stared at me. I let fly more French than I’d spoken in years. I looked it all up first to make sure I had it close enough. I told him that I’d studied French for several years and could converse pretty. Down he went. She stood over him for a few seconds, but it didn't look like he would be getting up any time soon.Debbie rushed over to me, I was still sprawled on the floor."Are you okay, is anything broken?" She seemed genuinely concerned."I know my ego is shot - but other than that I think I'm okay."She gently helped me to my feet, and steadied me as I regained the use of my legs."Where did you learn how to fight like that?" I asked."I told you, my Dad runs a security business." I remember. It wasn’t my fault. Karen’s babydoll was very sheer pale pink. The top tied with a single bow at the bottom of her bust, over her bare stomach, and a matching G-string panty. This gave an even better view of her titties and crotch with red pussy hair poking a little out the sides, and let’s not forget her perfect ass. She came over to the campfire and settled onto her husband’s lap.Karen and Cindy had been best friends since junior high and had many times been mistaken for sisters even though.