''It's just rough. I'll type it up on Dad's computer on Sunday.''What about your application? Aren't you doing that on Sunday?''Well, yeah, but ...hat's not going to take too long, is it?''If you say so, but you'd better write neater than this. Or are you going to type that too?'Matt looked at the desk. 'Actually, I was going to ask... ''Yes?''Well, you've got really nice handwriting, and since you're going to look at my application before I fill the form in anyway... 'Kelly sighed. 'If. Since it is nearly midday,” my aunt sarcastically said with her eyebrow curled up. Walking into the hallway, straight to the kitchen. “Where’s Helen? Her car is outside,” my aunt said while looking around.While filling up the kettle, I smiled. “Helen’s gone to get something from the bedroom.”“Is that why the bedroom door is closed?” she quickly answered back. Coming closer to me, she whispers in my ear. “I like her a lot. Your dad was asking about you two as well.” Slapping me on the bum, she. Marina froze, eyes widening, wondering where the sound came from. She continued to hear moans and murmurs, but couldn’t quite make out more words. She tilted her head to move her ear closer to the wall her bedroom shared with that of her neighbors. “...so hard… want you…” Soft irregular bumps of a mattress against a wall began to grow louder. Marina blushed and gasped as she pulled away from the wall. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Mark and Tyson were fucking. She had known they. She slowly stood up out of the water, to show her firm breasts with hard nipples visible by the moonlight. The water started to bead off of her smooth skin, her long hair dripping as it caressed her ass. She raised her ass onto the edge of the hot tub facing us, when she positioned her long legs wide open, as she swung one leg after the other past us so we both got a view of her soaking wet, freshly shaved pussy, as she exited the hot tub. She wrapped herself loosely in a towel, bending over at.