The neat thing about the place was the back yard. There was a large mix of decks, tiled sitting areas, terraced flowerbeds and all in all, an almost b...wildering array of trees and plants. The one thing that made it special though, was the pool. The upper area was semi-dark with romantic, hidden reflecting lights. The lighting built in the pool walls was more subdued than you normally found. Next to the upper pool was a large hot tub — generally understood to be off limits to kids.The lower pool. There's a mortician that works there. She's is gorgeous. She is a chocolate, short, sexy BBW that makes my dick hard every time I see her. Her name is Kay. I kept it professional when speaking to her. On this day, I notice I left my medical shears at the funeral home. I called the funeral home, asked Kay did she see my shears. "Yes, they are nice. I was going to keep them for myself", Kay replied. Which lead me to say, "Don't do that. They cost me $120". "Well keep up with your shit", said Kay.. I knew they were enjoying it by the sounds they were making.My shirt was ripped of me and my skirt pulled down, look at the slut in her stockings my brother said, who’s first I asked.John lay down on the bed and I lowered myself over him I thought he wanted my dripping cunt but he had other ideas, turnaround he said I want that juicy ass of yours, so I lay back on him and felt his cock slide up my hole, Joe the other guy then lay on top of me and pushed his cock into my open cunt, Brian and. That sight was so vivid that she would sometimes put her furry Teddy Bear between her legs and squeeze him until she had the tingle she needed so badly when the need for “doing it” filled her every pore with demanding desire.When she was called into the Camp director’s office for an interview, she was surprised that he was fully informed about her “on her knee’s” performances and she was forced to blush with shame at the vivid written description of the confession one of the boys had written to.