The champagne had gone to my head and I didn’t want to be drunk for what I had planned for later. “Oh only a couple of hundred metres; the guys were supposed to drop me off at your door but they decided to have a bit of fun at my expense.”
“I bet that you loved it Georgia. I would probably enjoy it. I didn’t have my egg inside me but I didn’t need it. “Who fancies a beer?” One of the guys asked. After asking their parents the oldies went one way and us girls went towards daddy’s boat. I felt good; and aroused. One flashed her kickers as she stepped over from the boat to the land. Opening my legs I saw a pink line appear along the blue ‘seam’. I didn’t have my egg inside me but I didn’t need it. I even turned my back to the mirror and bent right over so that I could see my putt and pussy through my legs.