”Bill walked closer to Malin and stood about a meter away from her. “Come on. Up you go. Time waits for no drunken sluts.”“Who… are you? And...what… happened?” Malin barely managed to mutter the words.“You’re dead, not deaf. Maybe your brain capacity is minimal, but not deaf. I told you I’m Bill. As for what happened… remember what you were up to last night?”-----------------------------------------------------------------Malin stumbled across the field swinging a quarter filled bottle of vodka. I sat up on the table looking around while Raizo prepared chicken of some sort.The clock on the wall told me it was midnight and I yawned stretching my arms."Don't you get tired?" I asked brushing hair away from my face.He barely glanced over at me and shrugged. "No, I don't get tired, I don't sleep." I said nothing more and merely watched him cook.He had changed his cloths, he was now wearing a plain black tank top that showed off his muscular arms and what looked to me like they could have. ” "That's it, Bitch. Fuck it like the fucking Slut you are!" I can't believe I'm doing this," with my son in law she said.I could tell she was close, and so was I. I pulled her hair even harder. Her ass was shaking and pounding against my dick. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh Fucking hell," she screamed.” Oh my fucking God, I'm Cumming!"I grabbed her hips very hard. She was holding on to the counter with all she had, bucking up and down on my rock hard dick."That's it, Bitch! Make me cum! Make me cum in. .." Cynthia began."Um," Barbara interrupted. "You do know that this is a nudist place, right? Clothes? Hmmm?"Cynthia gulped. "Well, we thought ... um, eating out, going out of the resort..." Ah, Tom didn't tell you. This place is totally self-contained. Got its own restaurant, snack bar, even a little shop that carries necessities. All kinds of sports and exercise facilities. For just a week, no one finds the need to go off site. So let's go through your stuff and you can leave the unnecessary.