He tentatively brushed the heel of his hand against my knickers as he was moving up and down my thighs. I was starting to get pretty pissed off with him. Porn sex The hands rubbing me, and the alcohol, were keeping me warm. Jason wasn’t very happy about me coming along on this particular trip, which only made me more suspicious. I was moaning louder now, and he was obviously getting more confident, as he began rubbing me harder. I discreetly turned away as I lifted my bikini top and washed underneath. I think it was Paul, but I can’t be sure. Jason got so drunk he threw up and crashed into bed by about 8pm. It was a tiny little white bikini which I had worn many times at the beach with hundreds of other bathers. To make matters worse, he snored like you wouldn’t believe. I told him that I was very warm underneath thank you. His hand was reaching quite high up my thigh as he was stroking me. This wasn’t the first time that Jason had gone away camping with his friends.
