"Hey, baby, you never did answer the question. Does Jack fuck you?"Carol stared at him as she tried to keep her feelings from showing. She was mad, bu... Jack was the real culprit, and it would only make things worse to antagonize these men. "Let's not worry about other people; let's just think about what we're going to do. What do you boys like?"Neither man pressed the question. The older man, who seemed to be his companion's superior, chuckled as his eyes continued to rove over Carol's figure.. ”Bonnie took the bag to her room and then she came back and went back to her game and her friends.After lunch, Bonnie and I hooked up the Playstation and we sat on the floor in the living room and played the Wallace and Gromit game together. Dad was sprawled over a couch behind us pretending to read a book but mostly laughing at us. Estelle was hiding in her room using the sewing machine.Maybe an hour later a movement behind me made Bonnie look up. She squealed so I turned to look as. I was having a ball.Giving her a bath was nothing new really, after all I had been giving myself baths for years. Washing her body was something special though. I got to play with her tits and her pussy. She pointed out her clit and let me play with that for a while too. Then I watched as she shaved her underarms, her legs, and trimmed around her pubic mound. She said that I deserved the very best for my first time.After she dried off she took me to her bed where she got on it. I was given. She’d ran naked through the hills and forests and along the river banks. Even when riding, she rode her horse naked through the streets of town in the darkening evening hours, after roaming in the wilderness all day.She was a small, well-put-together, sixteen year old young woman whose large, protruding breasts looked out of place on her petite, slender, muscular frame. Her belly was taut, her buttocks and thighs sinewy from running miles and miles each day and lifting large rocks twice her own.