“Where are the children by the way?”“Rosina’s looking after them. That’s what we wanted to talk to you about.”“Oh no. I’ve gotta go.�...�And suiting action to words I struggled to my feet and kissed each one. They were particularly enthusiastic, until Sandy suggested that they didn’t run ‘that’ kind of establishment and would we like to take it else where.“Yes!” said the girls in unison.“No! I really have got work to do.” I said and left.On the way back to the car park I passed the ‘girl’ looking. Paul mumbled something and got up to go to the bathroom and Gail had a moment to gather her thoughts. “What is it with me she was thinking” “You would swear I am 16 years old” This is not the time or place to even think about this” Unconsciously she moved her hands down to her lap and felt the warmth. A long middle finger slowly rubbed over her pussy and she guiltily jerked her hands away. Pulling her blanket up around her neck Gail turned towards the window but let her hands wander. We were laughing about our luck when out of the forest another bike rider was doing the same as us, escaping the rain. We exchanged friendly greeting and I saw the look Deb was giving this guy. She has always been partial to guys with blond hair and I could tell this guy would be no exception. We were waiting out the rain, sharing the only picnic table bench actually very private. She began taking the lead in our conversation and he began to respond to her. He looked over at me a couple of. I wasted no time and let two of the fingers from my right hand touch Ann's well used pussy. She let out a quiet moan as my fingers slid a few inches into her and my thumb rubbed her clit. She was surprisingly wet. Her thick white juices were visible on my fingers as I worked them in and out.I wanted to taste Anne but was painfully aware of the other bathers. I suggested that we separately go to the hotel's poolside toilet and shower block (dressed to look like a Madeiran Santana house). I was.