Cole looked horrified but Emelie looked amused. “Yeah may as well,” Emelie grinned. She slid her summer dress off her shoulders and it dropped t...o the floor around her feet. Unclipping her bra she dropped it then slid her flip flops and thong off. I watched her wide eyed as she came to lay in front of me. Drake had pulled out of me now and quickly yanked on his boxers. He stood beside Cole looking worried. I gazed down at Emelie’s shaved pussy for a moment then bent my head. I licked up her. Jim just looked, saying in wonder, what a pair! I wasn’t sure whether he just meant Pat’s breasts or the two girls. Either way, they were great! They drove out and turned left on the metalled road, which I knew had no paved through way as it ends at St. Elena, where the canyon of the same name separates the US from Mexico, with the Rio Grande flowing through. I hoped they wouldn’t be going up the old road, as our car might not make that. We gave them some time, and then followed, slowly driving. ”“How monstrous of me,” said John."Help me with this.” She indicated the laces of her dress. When her petticoats were taking too much time to remove she ripped them off instead and pushed John onto the bed, climbing on top, straddling him with splayed legs."I've been waiting so long for you," she said."I would imagine.”"Of course there have been others, but you must know they meant nothing.”"Of course," he said. She had stripped him half-naked before he could even think of objecting (not that. And knobbly knees competitions. This is British culture at it's lowest ebb. Seaside portcards, fish and chips, like "Hi De Hi" or one big Carry On film. The clientele are staunchly working class, NO ONE would go there if theydidn't take c***dren or grandc***dren, so our chances of pulling were limited. There were teens there, who had grudgingly gone on holiday with their families, but were under their strict supervision. Any women of our age group were themselves parents, and there with.