The yellow top cried out to me and I stopped running along the coastal path. My daughter’s friend, Melissa, hidden behind a boulder, eagerly pushing the other girls head down her body. Her leg on a ledge, and her hand prising her knickers to one side, body arched.
I was transfixed. Unable to move. My own hand searched the top of my jogging pants and my hand slipped down inside. I was soaked, watching the redhead’s tongue extend before Melissa’s hand crushed her face into her cunt.
I sighed; I could only imagine the taste as I caught Melissa’s eye.
