Her response was an informative shrug. There wasn’t much talking the whole drive. Dad quickly behaved like there was something to be suspicious of. ...hen we pulled into the park’s carpark he was already looking around, turning his head and leaning forward for a better view out of the windows. ‘God,’ Vi remarked, noticing it as well. ‘Will they have gotten in contact with Harold yet?’ he asked her. ‘No. They’re doing nothing ’til they see me. You can trust them.’ He tossed her a look, but stopped. "They're still beautiful," assured Misty as the courier put away the key before sliding her hand behind one of the intricate carvings and giving the door a sharp pull."I know," grunted Miranda as the door swung open with surprising ease, "And the hinges my dad made aren't too bad either!"Misty chuckled as the courier dragged the door most of the way open, but had to quickly hold her nose as the dank smell of decay and neglect issued forth from the interior."Give it a minute," commented Miranda,. The back massage was quite well done, without too much oil, but didn’t last very long, I sensed the girl was still excited and energised.After asking me to turn over she immediately put her hand on my dick, stroking it fondly. I in turn admired her full breasts, and a moment later she stooped down and kissed me.‘You like take off?’ I asked. She wasted no time getting naked, and moving over I invited her to lie down next to me. We kissed and caressed with increasing passion, and she slid beneath. He rubbed up and down between the firm fanny buns. He made sure his prick was good and hot. Then he took the mushroom head and aimed it at her asshole. He pushed down and it went in."Oooh, God," grunted Susan, "that's the way. Go hard. Now go hard."He pushed hard, the way she wanted it, and filled her asshole tube full of his young meat. "Is that how... uuuumph... you, like it?" he asked. She didn't say anything. She'd stretched her hands out to grab something for support and she had her face.