M. Time to open the garage door so he could drive right in. She actually doesn't remember opening the door. How had he gotten this time free? She neve... knew, never asked him, and it didn't really matter, did it?She remembers flitting about the house in only her light, silk robe, the red, patterned one that shows her pubic hair if she leaves it untied, but covers her nipples. She still has that robe.Does she remember hearing the car in the garage? Or running down the stairs so that the robe. Except that they didn't - or they kicked me out just before noon the following day. That time I wore a stupid smile which probably lasted a whole week. Now I smiled too, but there was nothing nice in my predatory smile.I decided to point my show to Kimberly - after all, she was the one who had played at being my friend, and had gotten me here. There were both glimpses and direct eye contact when I moved and started taking away my clothes. Moment after moment I moved closer to her occasionally. "Hey!" A voice came from a little ways down. "Hey you with the stick!"I turned, expecting another fisherman, but instead my eyes widened in shock. There was a head with rudy hair floating on top of the water, as if a person was standing up straight, but that couldn't be possible with the river's depth!"What!" I exclaimed in surprise, shocked, but a little too normally."Whatcha' doing?" She had a very pretty face, though her skin was green which was strange to say the least. She floated on by. He slipped a second finger into her cunt and was now really working her cunt over with his tongue as the young girl came many times.Then Paul leaned her over the back of the sofa and spread her legs wide. He pushed three fingers in her cunt as he licked and kissed and sucked on her asshole. He kept the fingers in her cunt as he grabbed her clit and rubbed it and then shoved his tongue in her ass as he heard her scream and cum hard. She was beautiful and horny just how he liked them. He pulled.