I kissed her and began massaging her breasts and nibbling the back of her neck.“Daniel! It’s lunch time. We can’t... do this... now.”Prisha’... words became more fractured as I caressed her. I popped the button on her shorts and reached inside. Prisha gasped and moaned, reaching back to caress my neck as I stroked her folds.When she was wet enough, I released her and quickly slid her shorts and underwear to her ankles. Prisha yelped in surprise when I bent her forward. She grabbed the log to keep. And, as usual, he had visitors for the day.The two visitors were his good friend Vic, always ready to enjoy a good day along with his buddy, and he carried with him an extra partner, a Russian man with blonde hair and a full beard named Sergei Vitaiev, a man from the Army who came to stay in Vic’s home for a couple of weeks during his vacation. And of course he took Sergei to visit one of his best pals ever.But that visitation wasn’t just something that every friend does to another. This. Turner opened the coffin and pulled out a wet naked girl. What? The? Fuck?“The frat sent This little slut to spy on us.” The little slut in question struggled in Mrs. Tuners arms. “Fortunately, I caught her on the security cameras and locked her in here.”He had thought the girl was resisting Mrs. Tuner’s hold on her, but after the shock of the girl coming out of the coffin like a wet vampire wore off, he noticed things. One it was not water that covered her body, it was lubricant, the other was. Just my size. Lastly there was a little piece of cloth that resembled a thong. I held it to my nose; I knew that scent. The door was open just a crack. I slowly opened the door.There standing in the bathroom was my goddess. She had on a pair of thigh highs and her six-inch fuck me pumps. She was posing like Vanna White and pointing to the bubble bath like I won a prize. I was looking at the most beautiful, desirable woman I had ever seen in my life."Sir, I wish to undress you and slip you into.