Anne regrets now her lighthearted foolishness and underestimating the real qualities of Poet Peter.Anne is amazed how he easily talks in verses to her... Anne wonders what she now thinks of her Master?Anne as His hostage. She hated Him for that! She is extremely horny in His studio. How very confusing!Anne feels like He sometimes looks right through her, as if He can see her soul or read her hot mind.Anne acknowledges to herself she feels grateful for all hot sex so far, even taken against her. Rachel told her she had fell in the pond and I had jumped in to pull her out, mom asked how she was feeling Rachel told her she was ok, because I had jumped in and pulled her out then dashed home with her and helped her into the shower and washed the dirty water off her. Mom thought about this for a second or two then asked “Were you both naked”? “Of course mom, how could he wash the mud of me”, I saw the look strange look in mom’s eye’s, she must have been angry with me be being naked with my. Finally we got out from water. Both together at the same time. Slowly we walked to the car to take towels. Then we were drying ourselves in front of each other. After we got in car, I did not dress, my towel was just around me. She also did not dress, just put towel around her. Towels were not very big, so when we started driving, my towel opened immediately and I was sitting there in jeep and driving naked. I had to pay my attention to road (or better to say - no road), so I did not even try. I returned my focus into her wetness. Barb's breathing got heavier. I was moving my tongue around, inserting fingers into her. I didn't mind the taste either and exaggerated how good she tasted. She stopped me and rolled over. She stuck her ass upward and asked me to rim her. I hesitated from the odd request. I looked at her hole and saw it fluctuate open and close. I bore my face into her crack. I licked her stinky hole. Barb pushed her ass backwards into my face. I rubbed her clit as I made.