She squeaked breathlessly, twisting her head around to smirk before sashaying over to her bag on the bench and pulling a tight tee on over her head, turning slightly to give me another mouthwatering side on view of her divine little tits before pulling the tee over them, bending as she stepped out of her skirt, her ass looking divine in white panties. Julie ruffled her hair and kissed her again, turning her eyes to me she said in a stern voice, “you…mister!…have got thirty minutes to recover or I swear I’ll jam a cattle prod on it, this has been aching and leaking the whole drive” she said lifting her hem up to reveal her swollen, leaking gash, trails of slime down her thighs. Squeals of laughter erupted, one girl calling to the heckler, “Ohhh…so BURNED Georgia!!”…more laughter ensued, I headed for the bunker with the girls following in high spirits, a couple dragging the gear cart.
