" “Hello, Brad, I am Janine." "I haven't seen you here before, Janine.” “I only work weekends here; I work at an employment agency during the we...k." "Oh? Can you help me get a job?" "Maybe, what are your skillsets." They stood there for about 20 minutes, chatting about jobs, the local job market, and strategies Brad could use to get a job. The whole-time, Janine continued to check Brad out. She wanted to ask Fred for permission, but she wasn't sure if she did, and he has not returned her. Petra obliged. She was exposing her wet cunt and arsehole to a complete stranger. She felt exposed, dirty and ashamed. But thrill of the situation made her open her legs wide – she could feel the stretch. The anticipation and excitement of what Carl was about to do to her next was driving her crazy. “Oh my God!” Carl muffled to himself. Staring at his mercy was Petra’s pink cunt. Quite clearly wet, the clitoris was slightly exposed over the vagina and her pussy lips were guarding her pussy. We had arranged for Maribel to use our guest bedroom and she quickly settled in. When we woke up the next morning, it was to the smell of breakfast and coffee. I looked at Janie and she looked back at me in surprise as we wondered into our kitchen to find Maribel standing with a spatula in hand, cooking three of us breakfast.Janie was quick to try and tell Maribel that she did not have to cook us breakfast, because she was a house guest.“I pay my way,” Maribel said in broken English. Janie. I turn my face towards the moon to avoid his questioning glance and I started wiggling my toes in the surf and sand and promptly started giggling. He looks at me with a raised brow. I told him that the sand was tickling me. He looked down at my purple toe nails and gasped ‘Your foot is bleeding!’ I looked down and sure enough my right foot was bleeding badly. He gently picked me up and carried me towards a beach house not far from where we were. ‘Where are we going?’ ‘My house is right over.