I approached the old Victorian toilet block that looked out to the sea, noticing a couple of cars already parked up in the car park. I looked around n...rvously, and entered the building.Upon entering, I was greeted with the sight of a long porcelain trough, running the length of the room, and about ten cubicles opposite, daubed in graffiti. One of the cubicles was already displaying an 'engaged' sign, and I could hear movement coming from within. I quietly entered the stall next door, and. ...........the pink one?" Hard choice," she replied laughingly, "what about the..........pinkone?" She knew my Mother's taste.I handed Amarjit the yellow trimmed one and took the blue trimmed pinkbikini out of my bag with my beach towel. Within a few minutes we stood assessing ourselves in our beachwear. Theyellow and pink matched Amarjit's golden brown skin and black hair almostperfectly."You are really beautiful Amarjit," I said, looking at her in admiration."Not as much as you," she replied. Her panting and moaning was constant now with what sounded like just one long groan escalating louder with every thrust of Raj’s penetrations of her tight hot wet cunt. He released his hands from her shoulders and pulling her up onto her knees he clasped both his big hands around her fleshy breasts squeezing and squashing them as he did. At the same time he pushed hard with his hips flexing his way completely inside her pussy with every stroke. Her internal muscles clamped around him as her. She ached for the white-hot fire he seared into the depths of her bowels. She begged for the brutal, forceful shafting that slammed into her again and again.Beneath her, Kate writhed and bucked. Her hot snatch was filled with the reaction poling of the dildo. Her urgency was growing as the thick hose of imitation cock sliced in and out of her young greedy body.Her thighs throbbed under the pounding impact of the dildo. For the second time that night, she came. Moaning and groaning as her hands.