.. party," she conceded, "before we consider the concept of regret."I opened the diary notebook we had been told to write our confessions into during ...rientation, and stared down at my girly scrawl. My pussy began to throb in instant response to seeing those words and knowing I was going to relive the story again by reading it aloud. The panties in my low-slung jeans were wet and I could feel the material rubbing deliciously against my clit, wishing I could slide one hand down the front of my. The battery in the phone could be switched out, when it got low. Since I used that phone for so many things, the extra power was a really good idea.I was exhausted, even so I managed to go take a look at the Gulf of Mexico. I do love all large bodies of water. They draw me to them, like steel to a magnet. I left the beach just in time to get back to the campground before dead dark. I rolled out my bedroll then fell on it. I spent some time removing rocks from under the tarp. I swore then that I. “They’re being awfully nice about a strange woman taking you away to have sex,” Mary said.“You’re not that strange, Mary. And I think they’re all hoping they will have a time with you.”“A couple of them already have,” she giggled. “When that little Ariel sets her mind on a pussy, it’s almost impossible to distract her.”“I’ve heard she’s the best at cunnilingus in the household. She’s just as devoted to fellatio.”“I kind of enjoy that, myself. If you are interested, though, I sort of had a. Since Paris has the nicer pool, we agreed to meet there around 3pm.Despite the excitement, we were both a little nervous for sure but we were both eager beavers. After lining up to check in, we got to our room and wanted to get to the pool ASAP. I put on my black bikini with a loose dress over the top, Pat put on his red speedos (both our favorites). It was only then that Pat realized I hadn't packed ANY shorts for him. He wasn't upset but he was bothered a little bit. I figured that if we ate.