I wore a gorgeous sarong in green and gold, and a golden bikini top above that. My trademark bed head was a rich tangle of black silk around my face, ...which was perfectly made up to look like I wasn't wearing any makeup at all. The shoot was going extremely well and I'd been having fun getting locals to pose with me, old women like the owner of the canteen, the small brown children who followed us shyly and then boldly asked for candy or money. It was great and I'd been able to lose myself for a. We had a lazy breakfast sitting in our pyjamas, and discussing what clues were in the story, a bit like Sherlock Holmes we scrutinised our ordinance survey map.Ann said that”as the campsite was at or near the beach and that there were sand dunes everywhere else really being shingle and a cafe on the beach it must be near the sands at camber,” well that fitted, as did the river estuary, the river Rother did just that, so there is where we decided to make a start. We began to get dressed both. Trying hard to hide my embarassment, I noticed Gaynor, with eyes like saucers and a grin like a cat with the cream staring at two boys with erections. She said to Dawn that she was liking this little game already.Now Gaynor was a really nice but also really small girl for her age. She really was quite thin and quite short. You wouldn't think it to look at her small frame but she was starting high school next term. I thought she was lovely with blonde mousey straight shoulder length hair with a. Sexy let out an ear splitting scream, and i quickly stuffed the hanky hanging from her waist into her mouth. she began to struggle and a few more punches were delivered, the last on her breast. she spit out the cloth and began to fight. i stuffed it again inside, and slapped her half a dozen times, until she quitened down. i repeated the process with her left tit. i now pushed her down again and clicked away. sexy lay crying, as the place around the puncture reddened. i grabbed her glands.