After my makeup, one guy lift me up and said say thank to your friend she asked us to hide your identity so we are hiding your identity and no one can...say that you both are bitches from India. That guy turned me and made stand in doggy style and pushed my thong strings to side and started licking anal and pussy together. I found resort guys were taking mobile pics but never mind for that as I was not able to say that it’s really me after makeup. He asked to get camera to take video of my fuck. I checkedregularly to make sure my top stayed in place. After awhile we trotted back to the umbrella, and I worked ondrying my hair while he lay on his stomach, watchingyoung girls passing by. He had fun putting on some moresunblock, making sure my boobs got plenty. Since I’m anatural redhead, I have to be extra careful. Then hewent back to girl watching.“Sorry you brought me?” I asked after he whistled at acouple of youngsters, guaranteed jailbait, in bathingsuits smaller. Two more arrows streaked through the air, sinking into their target. Dark green blood was oozing where the arrows peppered the ungol’s hide. Thinking quickly, Aran scooped up a handful of dirt and flung it at the creature’s eyes. It had the desired effect; blinded, the spider scrabbled around, lashing out wildly. Rushing in, Aran crushed one leg, then another. Finally, he delivered the killing blow, embedding his mace in the centre of the beast’s eight eyes. The ungol’s lifeless body dropped to. Damn it! What was I thinking? I sipped my coffee. There it was, the sound of a car.An old beat up sedan pulled up. Definitely not what Darla had been driving last night, but it was definitely Darla who got out... of the passenger's side. Her uncle got out of the driver's side.I stood and waited for the pair to stand before me. I looked curiously at Hank Shelton. Darla was dressed for rugged travel. Hank was dressed in a pair of old blue jeans and a flannel shirt. Old tennis shoes finished off.