"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do what ever you like, but don't stop fucking me!" she groaned.I then happily pounded that hot skinny blonde, with her long...straight hair and very small boobs, for the next few minutes and she moaned and groaned begging for more all the way through it."Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she kept groaning.After a few minutes of fucking her like that, I decided to change position, and got her to roll onto her side with her long legs hanging over the edge of the sofa, before I. She was turned on by the idea and put the shirt on. I watched her go downstairs and watched her hesitate several times. At last she pulled the t shirt down, forgetting it made her tits stand out even more, and turn into the kitchen.I heard simple conversation for a few minutes before everything went silent. I had to be careful, but I did manage to peak around the corner. Marg was sitting on a stool while the father was behind her. The t shirt was raised just above her pussy and while the father. Her long and shapely legs were her best feature. Her breasts were on the small side, but they had a nice plumpness to them. She had large dark areolas which made JT think she probably wasn’t a true blonde. Since she waxed her sex, JT couldn’t compare her pubic hair to the hair on her head. While he looked her over, Emma unashamedly viewed him. He was manly, powerfully built and over six feet tall. He had a flat abdomen and a V-shaped chest. His cock was soft. The shaft glistened in the light. "The road leads to a small hot spring he decided not to develop, like most of the other ones in town have been." Oh," I said, wondering what was going on."You know the hot springs in these parts are rumored to have very positive health effects." I'd heard that, but I've never visited any of them," I said."I did," she said, her voice sounding full of emotion. "This one, in fact." Really." I still had no earthly clue as to what they had talked about, or why we were where we were, instead of.