I would fuck her, shower, get hard again and fuck her again. She seemed resigned to surrender to me. I began to wish dad stayed away for TWO weeks ins...ead on one. He was due home on the Sunday afternoon. Friday night I got my pleasure and Marsha wanted to talk. I knew what she was thinking. “Don’t worry Marsha, I will not say anything. In fact I was never going to say anything”. She laughed “I know Adam. But it would not have mattered anyway. Your father knows all about me and Wendy, the woman. But I'm playing this my way. Now pull the cart back into the woodsand we'll watch for Rod."Hannah looked like she wanted to disobey, but when Clinton climbed backinto the cart and cracked the whip at her ass, she apparently decided tocool it for a while. She dutifully pulled the carriage back along thepath, just out of sight.And just in time! They had been gone no more than a minute when Rod camewalking back through the woods, water glistening on her lovely skin."Well, Slave, did you have fun. I think we can start our fucking….’ Before she could she complete the sentence, I made my first thrust into her. ‘Oooohhhhhh-h- h-h-h-h…..’ She screamed. ‘Have you ever fucked a lady under water?’ She asked. ‘Yeah. Not one but two. Once in a pond and another in sea’ I said. She seemed to look a little disappointed. I thought she had considered it might be my first experience of fucking under water and that would be her brightest idea. To change the mood, I asked her to concentrate on our. I knew there was some mischief in the air and was looking forward to enjoy that. We took another train and headed back to her place. Her place was a decent looking MIG flat at 4th floor of an apartment complex. In the lift I thought of doing something but resisted my urge as I was not very sure of her intent, but when she told that no one was at home after we entered her house, I just grabbed from back and started kissing her all around and now its was her time to get surprised. Probably she.