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It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some good flashing sessions whenever asian we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving. When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a skirt and top on (I wore my bikini skirt and a very loose crop top). We then split up; Jon went for a walk round part of the Grand Prix circuit and told us to go for a walk round the massage harbour area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn’t, it was amazing. There wasn’t a fishing boat anywhere to be seen. The whole place was full of expensive yachts. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the number that had cars parked on them. Quite a number had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in white uniforms. One that excited me had a crew of young women. Don’t know if it was the full crew or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all anal her backside. She may have been wearing a thong; it was difficult to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression interracial that there could have been some ‘interesting’ times on that yacht. We got chatted up twice. Asked if we wanted a job sensual on the yachts. It sounded like it could have been fun, but neither of us had the courage, or the real desire to say ‘yes’. Eventually, after walking what seemed like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of bottles of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair round a bit so that he could get a proper look up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front and back of the skirt don’t meet. All there is on my left hip is the thin cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a good ten minutes of him having a good look at the 2 little rings in my pussy. After there we walked back to the car and got changed. Again outside the car. A couple of kids (a lick girl and a boy) about 10 or 11 watched us all the time. We just ignored them. I felt good walking to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front or sides see all my tits. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front dress. It’s so short that she can’t bend without showing her ass. As we were walking up to the Casino entrance I saw all the rich people arriving in their Rolls Royces and other expensive cars. I thought that there would be no chance of us getting in, but we just walked straight in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon’s arms. Inside it was incredible. We watched people loosing hundreds of thousands of pounds in seconds. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome. “Yeah,” I said, seeing her head bow. “No!” I shouted and then sensual rushed forward. I said “you feel so good”. “So, do you like my body, asian big brother?” Mary asked. If you do wish to be alone, I will leave you in peace.” Besides, why lick would she need to connect with me? She had Carson. 0.5% regular supplies she interracial anal was expecting, massage the thought of her sleeping away her expensive holiday was a great pick me up. I wanted Rosemary so badly. My favorite memory might have been smacking her fat ass doggy style while I groped her thick round asschecks. When we are on the road we choose partners from the audience and have some pretty exciting parties.