I ran my finger from her clit on the top, down her labia on one side, over her perineum and back up the other side until my journey ended back at her ...lit. I looked at my finger and noticed some moisture on it."You see," I told her, holding up my finger to see. "You are so dirty. You have fluids all over the place! Go shower."The boys shower room was a bullpen type, with showerheads around the wall and a wide open space in the middle. She walked in and turned on the water, holding her head. I took the old towel we had and walked to the hot spring. I removed the dress I had been wearing and dipped into the pool. The warm water over my skin felt amazing.I splashed the water on my breasts. The one thing my mother said that she was glad I didn’t have was her small breasts. When I first heard that from her I was a little embarrassed; but then I felt a little proud. I looked over my shoulder to make sure my mom wasn’t coming to check on me and then when I was sure she wasn’t I let my. I brought my suit rolled up in a towel. I also brought along some sun tan lotion and my Joe cool sunglasses. We drove about 20 minutes when she pulled off the highway onto a dirt road. We drove along the rutted route for another 5 or 6 minutes, and then came to a clearing. It was choked with cars. Well, maybe not choked, but there had to have been 20 or 30 of them randomly driven off the sides of the road, parked under trees, and generally abandoned wherever it had been convenient.As I slammed. Marsha said, “Please fuck me! I don’t even care if I get the job, I just want you inside me.”I said, “You were hired and started work a half-hour ago.” I removed my clothes and slipped my cock into her wet pussy. I thrust, she thrust, and we both moaned and groaned. Ten minutes later we were still thrusting but by then I was cumming in her too.When we separated she asked, “Can I really work naked? And can we do this every day too?”I said, “Yes, but won’t your husband mind?”She laughed and said,.