You all had caught glimpses of each other’s cute pussies as you got changed after swimming; some had quite a lot of hairs and others not as much but...generally all were nice and neat, no bits hanging down, some slightly open but all generally there to be seen. Jenny had always been your best friend, she loved to goof about and roll around in the sand and play fight in the sea, grabbing and tickling you between your legs, under your arms, anywhere really but looking back always catching your tits. “I’m Maggie Crawford” she tells him, sticking out her hand to shake his. She finally adds a genuine smile. “Well Maggie Crawford, I’m Rick Tensely. Nice to meet you” he comes back. His smile is much more genuine and much bigger as well. She seems to look at it and at him and her smile appears to grow also. “Where to?” he asks. “Your place, mine, or a bar” she says half jokingly. “Huh?” he says. “Pardon me?” “Isn’t this where you endorse a pick up line or something?” she asks. “I wasn’t thinking. I lubed one finger and pressed it against her asshole prodding my way in roughly. “Don’t you want to please Master, little whore?” She nodded between sobs. I sunk the finger into her and fucked her tight asshole with it quickly, then I stuck that finger and one more into her mouth, making her suck it clean, and lube them. I returned them both to her ass and with a great push they popped inside. What had been moans turned to screams. She pulled from my fingers by instinct but quickly pushed. That changed almost immediately. She deftly took charge and began directing the conversation down less technical paths and doing it in English. Finally, she had them relating ribald anecdotes of French University politics that had everybody in stitches. I noticed it was she that had initially mentioned a particularly memorable tale from her time at the University and had asked her professor to relate the story, as she couldn't quite remember all of it.She slipped away from the enthralled crowd.