“Oh ok, well don’t blame me when you have guys groping you,” I told her.She turned her back on me and walked to the side of the pool and jumped ...n. I couldn’t help looking at her walk away from me wishing that I was one of those guys groping her. She has a great ass and I love watching the way it moves when she walks, and now that she has a new swimsuit and there isn’t much to it I can see more of her ass.When she came out from her dive she turned around and faced me and I noticed that her top. She noticed how everyone was looking down their nose at her, or worse, ignoring her, crossing the street to be away from her. She’d long since given up on knocking on doors to find somewhere to stay. The local inns had refused her when the realised that she would not be able to pay them, or after just looking at her. With torn clothes, a dirty and tear streaked face and countless bruises and cuts she must look a real state, it was no wonder people were unwilling to help her. Rubbing the back. . she lifted her dress up exposing her thighs and the the little pubic tuft of hair above her bald pussy, one thing better than a completely bald pussy is one with a little racing strip above the baldness. I run my hands up her thighs... her skin was smooth and soft... I slipped a hand between her legs and she opened them for me... my finger touched her pussy lips and I wriggled it for a second to find her access, she was pretty wet already. I told her I was almost ready to blow my load she was. I wanted to know why Karen called me and asked me here.I was just turning to ask her when Tiffany came back.Unnoticed by the rest of us, Ashley left."I bet you girls all are wondering why I called you here." Tiffany started."You could say that." Debbie replied."I am." Diane added."I'm not." Karen said.I did not say anything. I knew she'd notice me soon enough.And so she did. "Karen, Diane, I know why you girls are here. Karen recommended Debbie, so her I understand being here too. But why's Mr..