All I want is for my clothes to be magically clean every Monday. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Yes, Kathryn." Excellent! Here's the key."And with...that, she left.So many dirty clothes. Soiled clothes. Soiled with sweat, and underarms, and feet, and her anus, and vaginal emissions. Dresses and pants suits draped over chairs. Socks randomly strewn about. Piles of underwear next to the bed. A clothes hamper in the bathroom stuffed full and overflowing on the floor.So many very damp, musky,. Fun though Marcie was, I was okay with screwing things up and losing access to her. So I used her as a test subject, to see if I could work out what had happened with my sister. After five or six more sessions, I had a pretty good idea of exactly what had gone "wrong".Session B13:"Do you feel my cock, slowly sliding in and out of your mouth, Marcie?"Due to my cock slowly sliding in and out of her mouth, I couldn't really understand her response, but I was pretty sure it was positive."You like. Ron pushed himself into her slowly to allow her to get used to his size. When he had half of his manhood inside her he pulled almost all of the way out and pushed back into her until he had entered her a little further. He repeated this action until he was completely inside of her. Brenda wrapped her legs around his hips and Ron started thrusting in and out of her. Brenda used her legs to encourage his thrusts and rose to meet him. Brenda started to feel another orgasm approach and used her. It was also obvious that no woman had ever set foot into it. The floor boards were dirty and raw, the logwood table was in sore need of a sanding, and the two cots were not too inviting, either."They need women, they really do," Mandy stated grimly, echoing Rose's thoughts.In contrast to Mandy who had been a proper housewife before her first husband's suicide, Rose was not really appalled by the state of the cabin. Ned and Jim had done the back-breaking work of gold washing and - in winter -.