This meant that the jet was ‘massaging’ my pussy. After he had got one of his fingers wet, that hand disappeared as well. I slowly sat on him and breathed out a long sigh. I changed and put all my clothes on, other than the white dress that I was wearing. I picked up my book and went out and sat on a chair. The boys had a good look at my breasts and I guess that they thought that they knew what we were doing. It was getting late (or should I say early) and we walked into an area that was full of bars and literally hundreds of teenagers drinking in and out of the bars. Jon said that if it had been a long-haul over-night flight I could have joined the mile-high club. It was great. Jon agreed and we went into the water and started swimming and messing around. Tuesday July 28
Tuesday was a relatively quiet day spent sun bathing on the beach. My skirt opened and from the angle that the man
