After hearing what Megan said, Ryan and I were freaking out. We were still standing naked in Mrs. O’s bedroom. We were just about to start putting o...r clothes on when we heard Mrs. O coming up the stairs. “Hey boys. Are you still in there?” she asked as she began knocking on the door. “Uh… yeah we are still in here,” I answered back. Just then, the door handle turned and in came Mrs. O still naked and smiling. “Oh wow, I’m surprised you guys are still naked. I thought you guys would be putting. I began to molest Parimala’s limp body, feeling her pussy, her tits, her tiny ass, devouring her body with my hands, my mouth and my eyes. I pushed her further up the bed; Parimala did not glance in my direction once but continued to sob. I took hold of one of her ankles, pushed her legs apart and positioned myself in between her legs once again. The protest moans and complaints began again, I swore in pleasure as I spread her legs and pressed my pussy into the girl’s. There was one final act. After a while, I stood up and began to make my way back around the pool towards the track, then I slipped and with flailing arms, I tumbled over into the pool. I got soaked.I pulled off my wet tee and my shorts before I made my way back to my shed. Once there I hung my clothing over a couple of tree branches, then I decided to add my bra and panties to the branch to help dry them out. I was now naked at my block. I spent a bit of time in the shed but then dared myself to go out and at least do. Poor Geneva. Her problem had been naivety. No one had told her bars full of deadbeats was not an ideal zone for husband-hunting and she’d loyally believed her mom that although all men were difficult they were providers and so achieved their purposes. Apparently her mom regarded farting and abuse as legitimate collateral damage. Geneva wasn’t sure what coming through almost four years of puerile consorting with a male replaced by another jerk represented but considered the $793,600 share of.