“Do you like that?” she whispered, her mouth close to my ear. As I opened my mouth to answer, she slipped her fingers down across my lips. “Shhh...hhh.”Her hand resumed its journey up my leg, stopping just before the netting that cupped my cock and balls, restraining them from falling into the leg of my shorts. Quickly her fingers slipped under the elastic and stretched it away from my leg, her fingers finding my swelling member and tugging it through the gap. My cock hardened through the circle. She let out a little sigh and I knew that her fingers must have slipped between her labia into her slit. I could see her hand moving inside the front of her costume, starting a rhythm. It made me oddly excited watching her.Outside, things were getting hotter too. Matt was still on his back, but Sally had stopped sucking his penis. She sat up and began to pull down her bikini bottoms. She had to stand up to pull them right off, and while she did so, crouching over so as not to be seen (or so she. We just talked about the scenery, it was totally stunning as we crossed the high peaks and dropped down towards the Moray Firth coast.We had a nice lazy day in Inverness. We parked the van up easily in a car park. Jen did some ‘girly’ shopping in the town and when she came back we booked aboard an hour’s boat trip down Loch Ness. The trip was really interesting. The scenery was amazing, stunningly beautiful again and the weather was gorgeous, it was just like being on the Mediterranean. Every. The chain had miraculously been repaired. Everyone in the dining room gasped at the sight.Having seen the medallion fly to Oscar, Ed commented, “Only a God or a Goddess can put on a medallion or remove it.”For Georgia, the sight of Oscar in his robe and wearing the medallion brought back memories of paintball. As memories of other good times came over her, tears welled up in her eyes. The situation with Debbie suddenly seemed petty. It would be better to share him than lose him. It would even.