. awkward too. I came downstairs just in time to see her change into her bathing suit. I saw everything.. Her breasts, her ass, her mound. We just sto...d there, eyes locked, for what seemed like eternity. After she broke eye contact, she quickly finished putting on her bathing suit.“Sorry..” I managed to mumble so it wasn't so quiet.“It's alright.” She said with a smile. “You were just coming downstairs, and I decided to change right here.”“Haha, yeah.”This short conversation was definitely one. My clothes were wet so I started to peel them off and hang them to dry; Sam did the same. His stood there just in his boxers; by the fire’s glow he looked every bit the Greek god. His fair complexion and blonde locks meant that he seemed to perfect hairless skin; his slim back curved down to those beautifully buttocks. The damp boxers hugged each perfect globe and somehow accentuated their roundness. “They are damp; you need to take them off as well,” I told him. “I thought that was your job.. “Argh!” Mr.Hemsworth exclaims as the mug hits him in the head. Fortunately, this confrontation isn’t his first rodeo with a troublesome victim. Thus, the small window of reaction is enough for him to turn a head-on collision with the cup into a scrape, mitigating the damage. “Get her!” Mr.Hemsworth orders, holding his head as a bit of blood trickles from the wound. Regardless of his efforts, the blow leaves him slightly disoriented, making him unable to immediately attack.“Fuck! You bitch!”. " Perhaps you should ... Mary. Thank you."He entered the lounge, where his petite, blonde-haired wife was curled up in an overstuffed armchair. She looked up with a smile, which faded as she saw his expression. He slumped in another chair and tears began trickling down his cheeks. Ksenia leapt up and almost ran to sit on his lap. "Darling! What's wrong?" I love you." I know. Why is that sad?" She kissed the tracks of the tears, then his eyes."I had to fuck one of those women today." We expected.