I turned my head and beamed at him. “Miss,” I said. “Krystal.”“Miss Krystal,” he said. His eyes roamed over my body, leaving scorch marks ...herever his gaze traveled. “Can I borrow your hose?”May I, I mentally corrected him. “Certainly.”He thanked me, turned the nozzle, and proceeded to hose himself down. He looked good covered in road-dirt, sweat, and grime. Wetted down, he looked amazing.“Do me,” I said to him. “Spray it all over me,” I smiled out to him.He turned the hose on me and soaked me. ”Work ended that day and I got home, Robert my fiancé left about 7:00 and I waited nervously for Kelvin to get there. I took a shower and I was shaving my legs and I shaved my pussy again. When I heard a knock on the door. I was really nervous I went to the door and let Kelvin in. “So where do you and your fiancé fuck?” he asked“Mostly in the bedroom there.” I said“Well lets go in there first.” he said taking my hand and leading me in.We both sat down on the bed and he sat on one end and I sat. She had some trouble getting her clothes off so I had to help her, I watched porn a lot and before we went to the store I was in a good masturbation session. My dick was still a little hard so when I saw my little sister's budding nipples attached to her soft growing cups of boob, I got a little turned on. I tried to touch them without her noticing, she knew what sex and rape was. All too well.I never got a chance. She quickly took her Dora panties off for some reason. "Steven! Like my pussy?". She thought of wearing something "conservative", but figured that would be too much. Then, Clare thought maybe she should wear something more "revealing", but she didn't want to seem like she was some sort of whore walking down the street. Compromising, Clare finally decided to take elements of the two, and came up with something that would accent her breasts, but not make her look like some prostitute. She was happy with the selection of her work clothes for the day, when Clare noticed the.