"It's okay," Sandra said, "I don't mind."Then the music changed into some disco beat again, and Alena let go of Sandra's body."Are you thirsty?" Alena...asked."Uh-huh," Sandra responded."Let's return to the others then and have a quick drink. And after that, let's try to get the others to the dance floor." That's a plan!" Sandra said smiling.While they walked back to the cubicle, where the others were still sitting, a woman they passed squeezed Sandra's ass. "Hi, cutie pie!" the woman said, she. They had found a gorgeously secluded place for sharing their picnic lunch, and before either of them realized it, their warm kisses had become flaming hot caresses. She remembered Phillip's hand on her breasts; the way she'd offered no resistance as he unfastened her bra, thinking that nothing would be wrong with it, the tender tingle of his fingers on her young nipples, the way he made her gasp for breath and squeal as he played with her breasts there on the grassy hillside beneath a. He explained the rules as such: The women would line up on the stage and the lads would pull a ticket from a beer glass on the bar. Each ticket corresponded to a number painted on the floor of the stage where a woman would be standing. You then took the bucket to the pool and filled it up to throw over the girl stood over the number you had on your ticket. Once all wet he would call out the girls numbers one-by-one and the one who got the biggest cheer would win! Easy! As there were two more. My daughter swam back and forth between the to of us, enjoying every moment. We got out and dried off, soon pouring ourselves a drink and my daughter some juice, and continue chatting. After 5 we went and bathed my daughter and soon after we made simple toasted sandwiches for supper. After eating and having a few more drinks we watched an animation with my daughter before she fell asleep. After taking her to her room. We went back downstairs and had a few more drinks together, while chatting..