Phoebe opened her eyes. "Rachel?" Yes?" Rachel’s voice was trembling a little."Are you touching your clit?" Little bit, I’m sorry Phoebe, I know I...shouldn’t be doing this right next to you, it’s just that I’m so hot, with the drinks, and our conversation, do you want me to stop?"Phoebe rolled over and looked at her friend. Rachel’s legs were slightly spread, her feet were together and her right hand was absent-mindedly tracing the lips of her pussy through her panties. Phoebe could see them. Yes. Her cunt was slopping as she fingered herself faster. She groaned quietly, a bare teethed a****l snarl of pleasure.. but soft, like a fierce sort of whimper. Her right arm sped up as she worked.I was getting close. The sound of her fingers striking in and out of her twat was too much for me. "Eeeugh,' she strained, straightening up and pushing her hair back. I pulled harder, more deliberately. "Mmm-mm," she fluted, looking up at the forest canopy above, her right arm darting, the sloppy. "When he appeared clutching his clothes the first thought to strike her was that he looked a hell of a lot better in that robe than bastard Richard ever had. She took his clothes from him and took them back to the small, drying room. She hung up his things and switched on the fan which would blow and help them dry quicker.He was seated on the sofa when she got back and, after pouring two coffees, she sat on the sofa beside him, when she told herself, she could have sat in the chair. “Yes,” I answered cautiously.“That to can be arranged for a little extra consideration,” he told Grace and me with a grin.“I know some people in the passport control section at the airports in Japan, and they can be persuaded to stamp more than one passport at a time,” Kojiro told us. It would appear that he was not the young innocent from the countryside that we had presumed him to be.“Our travel agent will arrange the separate tickets with the different names on them for a slight extra fee.