The sliding doors were actually big enough to bring in the biggest pieces of farm equipment. I never found out where the name came from, I guess the p...evious owner. I had no trouble getting the job. The living facilities were on the upper level of the maintenance building. It was stark and not the least bit homey. The pay was not good for the type of work and the reference to 'board' meant that there was a kitchenette in the room. The best part of the whole deal was my new roommate, Jorge.Jorge. I looked at her body, all six feet of it. She wasn't fat and her breasts hung heavily, probably thirty-eight or forty 'D' when she was younger, and her areola were large. It was noticeable I became aroused, my prick stretched the front of my trousers as she moved to the center of the bed, her dark bush the opposite of the hair on her head. Removing my clothing quickly, I climbed into the bed with her.I lay beside her and she pulled a breast to my mouth, the mate hanging on the far side of her. Theirs was a close family where privacy had never really been discussed. The small house necessitated a certain amount of informality but never had Donna taken advantage of that freedom. Stepping closer to the doorway, she could hear her parents talking, their voices hardly recognizable for some strange reason.Instinctively, Donna knew that her parents were making love. She had never witnessed their amours in the past but this time she was going to look in on them. Gerald had taught her a lot. Now the complicated part. Over to the mirror on the table and time for make-up, I had been practicing over the months and felt I was reasonable good at apply everything.After what felt like ages I had the smoky effect eyeshadow applied, eye liner done, eye brows done, foundation done, light blusher done and red lipstick on my concession to the femme fatale look I wished I could pull off. Next on went my wig a shoulder length auburn with blonde highlights and finally my French manicure false.