” I went right inside his house. He was sitting on the couch with a black t-shirt on and a pair of jeans that fit snug on him making me want him eve... more than before. I go over to him and before he could even say a word I climb on top of him and kiss him. I start to move my hips on his lap and I slowly remove my shirt once it was off he put his hands around me pulling me in for a kiss every once in a while. I reach behind my back to undo my bra but he stops me and gets me to sit with my back. The surfer sighed. “Clean her up, Weasel.” “Oh – yeah.”Weasel parted Vicky’s legs and swabbed her out. How considerate, Vicky was thinking. They are also getting rid of DNA evidence. But they left their saliva in my mouth. The surfer handed her the Coke can. “Rinse,” he ordered, like a dental hygienist. Vicky rinsed – thoroughly, under the surfer’s watchful eye. They are real pros, Vicky thought. Probably go from one house party to another, looking for vulnerable females. It looks like they’re. She was a bit old 51 yrs. But she had a big breast like melon and an ass that could make any man crazy. I thought of trying to seduce her. I took 1 week off. An told I am not feeling well. In morning my SIL used to go to college and I was left with my MIL. I got an idea. I told her I don’t know how to cook food and wanted to learn she told me to come near her and see and learn. I went near her was wearing a Bermuda with no underwear and also no shirt. I started to sweat and didn’t know what to. "We're probably going to be gone most of the day girls," said Donnie."You better make sure he has plenty of water, and food." Where did they get a name like tank for him anyway?" I asked.Smiling Donnie said, "Well it seems pretty appropriate. He barrelsthrough like a Tank."Becca stood next to the table. "Daddy said not to say anything when hehelped us put him in the RV," she was giggling. I looked up at himraising an eyebrow."How was I supposed to say no to that pretty face," he gestured.