I mean, what is attractive about being the only person in an entire village with Auburn hair. I guess my body is okay, I am tall at almost five foot e...even, but I hate my fat. My mother calls them my ‘womanly curves’. Not only that, but my eyes are so green that I have been accused of witchery. Yeah if I was a witch there is no way I would be in this situation. Yesterday my father called me into his study for ‘a little chat’. Little did I know this said ‘chat’ would change my life forever.. “How did you know?”, he asked.I told him I had acted on impulse, and how badly I felt if this had forced him to reveal something about himself that he did not have to share.I then put on my bathrobe, and asked if he would like to talk more over breakfast. While I made coffee, toast and scrambled eggs, Jasper sat at the table barefoot, looking more relaxed than I had seen him before.I plated some ham and cheese, and set it on the table, along with butter and marmalade. Then, I brought two mugs. She knew there and then she wanted to fuck him and a shiver of lust ran through her body ,she rubbed the tops of her thighs together as her pussy started to itch with lust , the rubbing against her clit brought and instant flood of juice into her pussy and she could feel it dampen the gusset of her white cotton panties. Michael carried the hay bale into the barn , his biceps bulging as Rachel flashed him a smile with a twinkle in her eye that was unmistakable to Michael. He returned the smile. The girth of his forfeitable weapon was insane and the veins were very prominent as they navigate its great length. His testicles hung low and heavy, nearly a quarter of the way down his scarred thighs.Shrogg looked at his concubine, perched on her hands and knees with her superbly smooth and full ass pointing at him. He admired the way the crevice of her arched back lead him to gaze upon her wide, curved hips. She trembled at the sight of his heavily muscled chest, chiseled abs and huge, broad.