“Oh, God, hurry up!” she demanded, quickly peeling off her blouse and pushing her skirt and panties down off her legs so that she was naked on the...comforter. She was a natural brunette, which I had suspected when she changed from being a blonde at the start of the year.I smiled. “There’s no hurry,” I said.“You are driving me crazy!”I just grinned. “Now, lay back. By the time I get done with you, you will be ruined for any other man. No matter who he is, you’ll always be able to tell him,. Yep, Ally and Ben were going to travel Europe together for six blissful weeks before returning to the United States, where they'd pack up the contents of their modest apartment and head for graduate school. The pair had decided that the Columbia School of Journalism was the perfect choice for them because "newspapers were less fickle than book publishers" Ally routinely joked, making reference to the unpublished romance she had written with the sexy-but-now-married Professor Salinger.And. Joyce had asked me to turn over on my back and she proceeded to rub her soaped cloth over my tits, belly and between my legs and over my cunt. Fran was pulling and twisting my nipples and Joyce put a couple fingers in my pussy and played with my clit. I moaned and climaxed again. I have never felt so good and I did not want them to stop. Joyce then hosed me down and asked me stand on the floor while she and Fran dried me with a big towel. They dried up and we went back in the living room. "You run this mill by yourself?" I asked, letting my body get used to the idea."No," she said, "my husband is usually here. He's in the city getting his arm taken care of, amputated I expect. Got himself caught in the machinery a week ago." Just the three of you then?" I pressed on."We had some hired hands," the younger girl said. She was Millie and I was not sure if she was Maggie's daughter or sister at that time, and I would not have guessed her age. She was her daughter and she was sixteen.