The first day I went down them wasn’t the first day we arrived. We had already been in the villa for a few days but had gone to the beaches where I ...ould spend hours in the water. It was much better than back home but still not what I had expected of the Mediterranean as far as underwater wildlife. Sure, there were fish, sea urchins, and a few other sea creatures but not what I had hoped for. I guessed it was due to the boats and people in the water.I begged my parents to let me use the steps. The day arrived and we drove to Kansas City to pick Jake and Kara up. I had let Sheila know Jake was coming and she was planning on coming down for the weekend to see him. When he stepped into the concourse my heart leapt. He ran to us and hugged both me and Jacob to him. A beautiful young blond girl about 56 came up behind him. I could see at once why Jake was taken with her. Blond, brown eyes, a quick smile, and a curvy shape with at least C cup breasts, maybe a 34 C. She smelled like. “Yes, pretty big,” I replied modestly. She giggled. “How simply divine! What are we waiting for? Heavy cummers have always been my favourite! Follow me.”Clutching me tightly by the hand, she climbed the farmhouse’s oak staircase two at a time, as if we were retreating from a fire.Her boudoir was 100 per cent feminine, with not a vestige of Uncle Ned’s presence: no muddy gaiters or hob-nailed boots. It was how I imagined a high-class Parisian harlot’s parlour would look. Draped with diaphanous. “That’s right cum for me my little slut.”Her eyes were fluttering furiously as she was climaxing and listening to his dirty words and the sounds they made together as he fucked her with pace.She felt her pussy dripping but did not care at that moment and wanted to be his filthy slut. To be able to let go and be the object of his desires and needs were fulfilling her as much as the orgasm he had just given her moments earlier.He withdrew and gripped her legs, pushing them into the air as he.