She told me that they would fuck the weekend away only leaving to get something to eat.“My dad never told me he had been seeing you,” I replied, a... I did not know about the weekends as I was here with John. Dad also never told me about it on weekdays when I was home. To be truthful I was at first a little hurt because he had not told me. Then I was more pissed about him not telling me. Since I had been fucking him on the weekdays, when my mom was not home.“I told your dad not to tell you Janet. .." also if, naturally, i did a bit pretend of nothing, also i couldn't at not to think about it :-P. It was summer when i came to my house with a friend, a little later, when us about to exit, my sister arrives and ask me a commission and she had an habitual tunic for house, white, a little wrinkled, with the effect close-up indeed, with the form of the tits that was good and then that tunic seemed to be a bit neutral namely seemed white and a bit transparent because when I, instinctively look. Finally my aunt said, "I guess you're wondering what's going on here. Well, I've always wanted you as bad as you've wanted me. Since I knew you'd be here, I figured it was now or never.If you still want to fuck me, now's your chance."What could I say? I told her about all the times I lied in bed and made myself come, fantasizing about her gorgeous body, and wishing that I just had a chance to touch it. I told her of all the times I tried to see glimpses of her tits and pussy, and she told me. She opened the big doors, the smell of hay rushed over them. Kara spread out the blanket on a big leveled pile of hay and sat down. She pulled Jonathan down beside her. Jonathan scooted closer to her, almost to the point of their lips meeting. They could see the stars in the open window, only moonlight lit the barn ‘Would you like a drink?’ Kara said nervously. ‘Sure.’ He said with a smile. ‘But I don’t want it in a glass.’ Kara was puzzled at the comment, it only took her a few seconds before.