Now he was fingering me as he was making love to Sheila, it was incredible how all this came about but, right then, I really didn't care, it just felt... too good for me to care about details.No boy's finger ever did what Owen's was doing to me. Now, there was more than just my pussy being fingered, he and my cousin were also fucking rather energetically right next to me as I watched them. That, no doubt, added greatly to my arousal. This was the most erotic time I'd ever had, for sure.He was. I could smell Charlotte's shampoo in her hair, along with a hint of baby powder. For just a few short moments, even after all the craziness of the past half hour or so, everything in the world seemed right. It was a completely different feeling of serenity than when I spent time with my ants, but at the same time, holding Charlotte in my arms just felt ... right. Until I realized that she was crying."Hey," I whispered, squeezing her shoulder. "Everyone is okay. No need to cry. It's all. She went to her dresser and bent at the waist, rummagingthrough the drawer. With her pussy peeking out between her legs and hertight ass, I felt my frustration growing again. I turned away and triedto calm myself down. I turned back when I heard both girls giggling.Steph had put the bra on as well as a tiny black thong. She steppedinto the leather pants and pulled them up, struggling to get themclosed. By the time she did they were practically skintight. Then thetank top was back, and with. Anyway I had an ace time, got stuck in the nicest possible way.”“Well they’re all pretty regular. It’s in their system heh,” joked Fly1. “We don’t give a shit, so to speak, do it anywhere and any time. Sorted. Any way where have you been hanging out?”“Ah well, you know the beach at Sochi, really busy now and masses of food and stuff left everywhere. Just buzzing about round those fucking tourists is a great day out, you know, out of our daily grind, makes a change.”“The beach? Fucking long way.