“Here goes…” she muttered and I came, spurting juice at an amazing rate from the end of my cock which Jenny skilfully directed on to the shingle. Sex She’d had to cancel the trip as the field centre was closed that weekend and she had managed to contact all the other participants but had not been able to find my phone number. With some difficulty I peeled my jeans off and lay them out in the sun to dry. “You’ve done this before haven’t you Martin?” Jenny whispered to me and I lifted myself up on one elbow and gazed at her. She was smiling at me, eyes half closed and very red faced. Glancing once again over my shoulder to check that we could not be seen, she quickly reached behind her and pulled at the knot which was all that held her bikini in place. Jenny whimpered as I did this and ran her hands through my hair. What are we doing then? We pulled into the car park and Miss Smith and I scrambled down a narrow chasm to the beach where we spent a happy couple of hours looking for fossils.
