I just want a fuck and he's right here, right here in the same house, even in the next room. Think of the possibilities."We'd have to keep it a secret... We're not supposed to do stuff like that." No shit, Danny. Of course. We won't tell our parents we're fucking each other. That seems pretty obvious. Does this help?" I asked as I pulled off my nighty and slid down my panties and kicked them toward him.If you're thinking that I'm a dirty little slut, you're absolutely, one-hundred percent. I knew them but knew not why.Their home was actually a small farm, well out of town, in an area of larger farms. The Ryans were a family that even though there was far more than sufficient salary to keep them all in modest comfort, the farm provided enough extra income to see them through any lean times that might come along. As every family that lived through World War Two learned, it was important to have something to help feed the family when jobs start to disappear.The mother had another. They sat there enjoying their drinks, Frank settling for another Dry Martini, gazing at the fantastic view of the harbour. It had been a beautiful sunny day, but now the sun was setting, the reflections on the water absolutely beautiful.The hour rushed by, Frank enjoying her bubbly, excited persona. He had had a second drink, a small single malt with a splash of water, while she had sipped slowly on her cocktail. At 7pm he stood up and invited her to come to dinner. He held her hand as they. Then she lookedback out the door where the driver stood with his hands in hispockets, waiting for her to disrobe. Even though it was so muchdarker inside the van than outside, she wasn't sure passersby couldn'tsee her.Resigned to this latest humiliation, she pulled her tee shirt up overher head and dropped it into the box as the driver watched. Sheslipped off her sandals, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down, andstepped out of them. As she straightened back up and began to unclaspher bra,.