I quickly throw on a bathing suit and ran to the sky deck were everyone hung out. As I got in the water I saw cody and bailey walk up in there bathing...suits. Bailey was hot to. We was at less 32c. She was not rich like London but she had some money. Her parents live on a farm. As they got in I could tell something was bothering her. He could always tell how people felt but I didn’t really say anything. We were talking about Paris and school.Cody and London left he had a project to finish and. Ean set me down and leaned over to turn the bath water on. After a minute of checking its temperature, he plugged up the drain and returned to me. I was hopeless. All I did was stand there perfectly still with my arms down and cry.Pulling a towel from the cupboard and throwing it to the floor to soak my mess up, Ean moved to lift up my shirt. Like a sobbing five year old, I was a mannequin to his guidance. He lifted my arms up and they stayed up. He removed my shirt and bra and pulled them back. It was strange but at the same time it left me aware of my body in new ways. I could feel the brush of the apron over my tender nipples and there was an increasing and embarrassing slipperiness at the top of my thighs. I felt simultaneously beautiful and mortified and I didn’t understand my reactions at all.I set the omelet on the table and poured myself a cup of coffee, refilling hers and adding the cream and sugar I had seen her use earlier. She seemed pleased and finally broke her. He didn’t really reciprocate my actions.He had become interested In my hole as an object of fucking and my mouth as a tool to get blown but I could tell that he was otherwise not interested in my body, and that was OK for me given what I had accomplished today. I rubbed ourselves dry with one towel and looked up at him. He was smiling his devil’s smile.I was amazed that he had figured by himself that I wanted one last hard fucking before he left for the day. This time he lifted me up easily in.