" Is that right?" Susan asked me."Yeah, I can't control it." No, is it okay that you tried on her clothes?" Of course not," I answered, "but that's no... the problem." Why not? Doesn't she have rights? Would you want someone snoopingthrough your clothes?" Hell, no. I'd lose my mind if someone found my feminine clothing." So what is it you want me help you with?" Susan asked."I'm not really sure. I can't help myself trying on clothes like atJena's. I love Jena. I can't believe what is happening. Dan had been offended by the look, and over the previous summer, had added a rough cut log facade to the thing, matching the look of the cabin pretty damn well. Inside the generator was running, under a large panel and beside a pile of big batteries. There were four Jerry cans of fuel beside it. That and the weed-whacker were the only high tech things there. When I asked for a chainsaw, he laughed and pointed out a large axe to one side. "We're kind of old fashioned here. Check out the original. I was hard as a rock and sat there for a few short minutes stroking my cock for her as she sat there with her legs spread for me. After a few moments of this I asked her if I could lick her pussy from behind. I love a woman’s ass and this is one of my favorite positions. She was willing to anything at this point and got up and positioned herself over the back of my seat. She leaned over the back seat so her hands were basically on the floor in the back and her ass was sticking up in the air. . "Umh." Daddy!" Daddy had just shown up with the tobacco. He looked up."Yes?" He's holding my dollar." Retained him, did you?"Grace beamed. Mr. Briefcase frowned."Legally, you do not have to vacate." Thank you," she left the dollar in his hand, stuck her tongue out at me and thundered up the boathouse stairs, "Carole? Come up. I'm claiming my half." Carole was still on the boat.I think I just got screwed ... the boathouse, dock and cabin were all on the west side of the property. My side, as.