I don’t know what else to call it; that noise they make that sounds like a baby crying, or a cat being dealt the last of its nine lives. An owl had ...flown noiselessly past and earlier we had watched two bats in the twilight. Life was good.We were ‘shooting the breeze’ on a warm summer night in Northern France. We’d done this for several years. We’d pick a camp site, and all travel across in our motorhomes and chill out. It was a good way of ending the summer. There was no competition, Derek had. And you?” “I’m great,” he grinned then looked at my companion. “You can’t be Casey, can you?” he was watching Jen carefully, trying to place her. Casey was my youngest sister. “No. I’m Jen,” Jen extended her hand to shake his. “I’m Ally’s friend who always hangs out with her whenever you were over at their place,” she explained. “Oh right, right,” he nodded as if remembering her now. “Yeah, you and Casey looked a bit alike though so I wasn’t sure if you were her or not,” he explained. “No. I could see him eying up my legs out of the corner of his eye as he pulled away. His hand moved from the gear stick up my leg and his fingers just brushed my shaved pussy ever so lightly. I felt my breath catch in my chest. We glanced at each other and smiled. As he continued to drive I removed my seatbelt and slowly began taking off my jacket. The dress had ridden up slightly as I’d sat down so my pussy was just visible. I shifted in my seat and reached over to undo his jeans button and pull. I put my instrument in my locker and gather my stuff. As I step out of the locker room, I can't help but look at all the girls. Again. If you are in a marching band, you can understand why. Those band girls looove going barefoot. After practice? Barefoot. Before practice? No shoes. During practice? Sometimes. Girls laying on their stomachs, legs in the air, feet kicking, those toes just asking to be sucked. That's what makes it all worth it.I stick around for another thirty minutes or so, which.