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It wasn’t very busy and we managed to get a seat. Back in the hotel room we lie on our beds and read until it was time for dinner. Jon had me wear just my short wrap-round skirt and my white bikini top that evening and I had to be careful as I leant over the buffet table to get what I wanted. We had a bottle of white wine with our meal and I let Jon drink most of it, I didn’t want to get drunk again. Afterwards we went into some of the bars along the main road and found one that was very lively with lots of young people and a comedian cum DJ. He was quite good and we stayed there for a while. He pov had the knack of getting people up onto the stage and taking part in little funny games. Jon told me to remind him that he wanted to go back there before we went home. It was easy to forget what I wasn’t wearing in that place because most of the girls looked as if they were wearing no more than me. I saw quite a few breasts hanging out, a number of bums, and a couple of hairy pussies. Teenage girls seem to lose their modesty when they are on holiday and they’ve had too much to drink. Tuesday July 28 Tuesday was a relatively quiet day spent sun bathing on the beach. We caught a bus to a place called Ses Salines and when we got there I discovered that it was where we caught the bus back from on the Sunday. We walked into the big car park and instead of going straight on along the path that we had used before, we turned off into the woods. As soon as we did Jon stopped and told me to take my T-shirt off and he took his off, that left us both interracial naked. We walked through the trees and out onto the beach and grabbed a couple of sun beds. I covered us both with sun tan lotion and we settled down to a lazy day. We were towards one end of the beach and there were quite a few other naked people there and the only people that seemed to look at us were some of the more modest people who, for whatever reason, wore clothes on the beach. I think that we attracted more attention because of our shaved pubes and the fact that I was remembering what Jon had said about keeping my legs apart. It was at the bottom of my sun bed that the old man squatted when he came to collect the sun bed hire money and there seemed to be a language problem that took ages to sort out. After a couple of hours Jon said that he needed some exercise and we did what lots of people were doing, walking along the water’s edge. We didn’t stop when we got to the end of the area that had naked people but kept going and walked right to the other end of the beach then turned round and walked back. There were quite a few people staring at us and a few nudging their companions and looking as if they were saying “hey, look at those two.” I was a bit nervous but at the same time not bothered fetish because Jon was with me. At lunchtime Jon put his swimming costume on and told me to wrap my towel round my waist and we went to the beach bar for a drink and a sandwich. There were other topless women there and I didn’t feel out of place. While we were there a woman came onto the beach with lots of bags and started spreading the contents over the beach near her. She then turned a ghetto blaster on, and kept picking up what tuned out to be sarongs and putting them on. It didn’t take long for the odd one or two people to go and see what she was selling. On the way back to our ‘spot’ we went over to the woman and Jon told me to pick one of the sarongs and try it on. Of course I had to take the towel off first. I had never worn a sarong before and didn’t know how to fold it so I asked the woman to show me. She must have shown me about a dozen different ways and all of the time she was having to touch my naked body. This was tuning me on a bit and I didn’t notice the small audience that had gathered. I wanted to keep things going and asked her to show me some of the ways with a different, smaller sarong. I must have been ‘trying one on’ for about fifteen minutes before I decided which one I wanted and Jon paid for it. Jon took it from indian foot fetish me and kept my towel and we walked back to the sun beds. We also offer robust health facilities. The girls breathing has quickened and her eyes appear nervous but not in significant distress. “Of course Elizabeth and thank you. But this one was one of the most beautiful he had ever examined. Their fathers, who would be walking their respective daughter down the aisle, stood outside the room waiting for them as Liz made the final arrangements to their dresses. At the appropriate time I walked over to the administrative building. Lindsay paced about the room, looking at her phone. 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