Finally, it was over and I was left a sticky mess. With her nipples making little tents and with he left leg forward it was blatantly obvious that the dress was all that she was wearing. I did the same and realised that the pink antenna was pointing to the men. I almost blushed as I felt another wet rush. As Wren smoothed the dress round her small curves Mary said,
“Got that at Walmart as well did you?”
“Err no, this cost Aryn a fortune.”
“Worth every penny.” I replied. As we approached the beach I saw that it was mainly young people on the beach and wondered if they were all there on some sort of party trip. One minute later Wren was on their bed with her legs up in the air and I was looking down at her with a pair of tweezers in my hand.