The finger seemed to plough deeper with each passage downward and seemed also to travel further downward with each slow stroke of its movement. Below me, and totally unaware of my presence, the young girl was seemingly preparing for a day by the sea; unpacking and unfurling a somewhat larger towel than she had the previous night, followed by a flask, some plastic food containers and sun cream. “Oh my great giddy aunt” I muttered to myself hoarsely, rubbing my stiff cock slowly, as I watched this new show below me. After a night of blissful slumber, I awoke and made my way to the bathroom. It was back to the arena of the previous night’s show I headed to first, listening hopefully as I approached, only to be a little disappointed by a silence free of jingling bells. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm and still she continued to slide the tip of her finger in and out of her small vagina, milking it all the more of the clear fluid copiously running across her buttocks down to her arse and wetting the towel.
