Tourists, or those few like Carl, and some locals were its life blood now. Carl was more than happy to leave a little something with Claire, whoever C...aire was, for a country style breakfast.Carl entered and was immediately greeted to the aroma of fried bacon, hash browns and fresh brewed coffee. Morning smells that make you hungry even if you're not. People who eat here, he mused, didn't watch their cholesterol or those calories and neither would he. It was the kind of place that would give a. I asked Rhea to lean over the printer, the pose that I loved of her much, with her bottom thrusting out invitingly. I thought of all the times I had seen her like that and fantasised of doing her in that position, from behind. Now I was actually going to get my chance.Grabbing her hips, I entered her from the rear, burying my hard manhood in her tight, and moist, but soft love tunnel with a single thrust. She gasped, and so did I. Soon she was meeting my every lunge with a backward surge of her. Years of seclusion left her with a hunger for the outside world and although her parents were stubborn, they could see the seriousness in her eyes when she threatened to move out on her own.The nightmare didn't end there for her parents, as the only school with availability on such short notice was a public school, with a particularly bad reputation."You'll get your wish" her father had told her "But every day you need to report to us what you've learned and who you interacted with"His voice. Diane looked at Rachael's face, her big brown eyes bore little trace of makeup and yet she could have graced the cover of any magazine. Her jet black hair was cut straight just above her shoulders. Her hair shone in the sunlight from the window as she nodded her head. She wore, as did Claire, a white nylon kitchen coat. Diane could see the darker colour of her bra and panties through the material. Although Rachael was the largest of all the girl's, her body was not fat. Diane had seen her naked.