I wasn't big or strong even for a girl. I was tiny, petite and delicate like the spring flowers. My hair was blond, eyes deep blue, my waist was slend...r and my breasts round and pretty but not large, not like the girls in the men's magazines.My sister was was also tiny and very pretty. She had left us to try her luck in New York City. She wanted to be a fashion model. Anyways, no strong sons for daddy, just us girls and now just me - just me and daddy on our farm, in our world, far away from. She moved to one of the showers at the end of the row, hanging her towelon a nearby rack, before carefully shucking her clothes. She noted withsome anger the red abrasions on her hand where it had impacted on a rockduring her fall. She reached in, turning on the scalding spray of water,tempering it with a dollop of cold.She felt filthy. The fact that she was filthy was irrelevant. There was afeeling of slime that felt like it lay one layer below her skin. Thegreen makeup melted under the warm. Reaching up with his hands he quickly pulled down her knickers to reveal a beautiful wet and completely bald. He lowered his mouth to it and slowly started to run his tongue along her swollen pussy lips before starting to tease her clit with small quick flicks of his tongue Finally after teasing her clit he started sucking it while he slowly inserted 2 fingers knuckle deep into her wetness and starts to finger fuck her. She bucks against his tongue and fingers knowing that before long her. That someone was watching my only make me hotter. My asshole itched and I knew what I wanted."Don't go," I whispered and unlocked the stall. I got up and turned around and placed my hands on the tank of the toilet. "Like what you see?"I could hear a moan and the stall door opening up. I shivered as the bathroom was a little cold, and not because I was a little afraid about what I was about to do. A large warm hand cupped my ass and ran over my legs, coming up and finally stroking the length of.