These pout at me and I lick them greedily them to get the initial scent. This really turns me on. The heat and mustiness of the cabin intensify her va...inal odors. Her complete nakedness amplifies my mischievous, c***dlike sense of doing something naughty and sexual and dirty away from the prying eyes of society. In my mind, I have returned to c***dhood, exploring the forbidden valleys of a girl’s body for the first time. I am that k** again, the one that was on vacation at my parents' cottage. The notes were always a little flirty. She’d address it to the ‘cute one’, or “Stud”, or ‘The big Man of the House”, with a notation that she’d stopped over. I knew she was in-experienced because she always engaged me in some manner of conversations regarding sex. These conversations we had were usually very specific on her part. ‘Do all men like big boobs?’ Do all men like smooth, shaved legs? Do men mind if the woman is taller than he is? Do all men like to French kiss? Do men like shaved or. Seeing her signal for three seconds meant "three out of ten", which wasn't very good so I tweaked the dish again.Julia's cellphone signal was exposed in the window for six seconds this time.After several more tweaks, I'd got it up to eight, which I thought was probably good enough. That was my families' opinion of how easy it was to hear the voices, on a 1-to-10 scale, and it was quite likely that the mic's location stopped us getting any better than an eight. I called Dad's phone again,. Yeah. Well cool, I'll be on my way before this gets even more uncomfortable then it already is."I picked up my tool box and headed out of the kitchen and down the hallway. As I entered the main hall, Audrey exited the laundry room wearing a fresh spaghetti strap yellow shirt with no bra underneath which showed an ample amount of her creamy cleavage. She wasn't wearing any pants or shorts, but was wearing a small pair of black panties that stood out against her tanned skin and further accented.