Her favourite fantasy was that Sally was laying between her legs, her face only about a foot away from her pussy, as she finger-fucked herself. “You are incredibly sexy, Sally,” Ginger sighed as she surrendered to her desires, squatting down on the beach towel while pulling on her nipples with one hand and pounding her hot slippery wet pussy with the fingers of her other hand. “Let him watch and fucking worship the wank sluts!” As this defiant cry left her lips her cunt exploded like a fire hydrant drenching Sally in the warm outpourings of her lust. Ginger and Sally looked up to see a fat hairy man with a bushy red beard walking towards them.
“Unless you’re embarrassed about a girl seeing your whatsit?” you laughed cheekily, as you lifted your t-shirt and pulled down your shorts to reveal a skimpy bright pink bikini with a tropical motif. “Well,” I said, hesitantly, “since we are going to spend the week here together, I suppose we will have to get over being embarrassed about being seen doing the things we usually do in private.” “Now the sight of me rubbing soap all over my nude body is liable to get you very excited,” you warned me, “so I think it would be a very good idea if you got used to the idea of tossing off in front of me now, so you’ll be prepared to do it with the minimum of embarrassment then. “All right,” you agreed, “but I’m not going to let you see anything, because I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.