In fact, she’d never even been able to work up the courage to sunbathe naked. Now here she was, in broad daylight, going skinny-dipping with a man w...o wasn’t her husband! ‘Last one in is a rotten egg,’ Bert said. He released her hand and dove into the pool. ‘Come on in, scairdy cat,’ he said when he surfaced. Feeling terribly self-conscious, Carla dove in, the cool water shocking her. She surfaced and Bert was there, pulling her into his arms, kissing her, the heat of his body warming her. His. He wasn't slow, he wasn't loving, he wasn't romantic. He was an a****l. The room was filled with the sounds of loud, hard, fucking. Sweaty flesh pounding against sweaty flesh. "OH GOD YESSSS! OH GOD YESSSS!" Helen screamed passed her gritted teeth. "Fuck me harder! Make it fucking hurt! Hurt my fucking pussy, daddy!" Mike responded by pounding harder and spanking her ass. She squealed and laughed. Without breaking rhythm, Mike grabbed a hand full of her short, wavy, chestnut. I don't know how many fingers I've had in me, but I liked everyone." Mo giggled and blushed. "I even liked it when a boy put his finger in my butt!" You're kidding, didn't it hurt?" I asked."Kind of, but if felt good too!" Mo said. "Did anyone do that to you?"I shook my head. "No, not yet anyway." So, are you going to move your stuff into JR's room now?" Yes, I think I am. JR and I talked about it and we decided to sleep in the same bed," I said."We have pretty cool parents, don't we?" Mo said. One Monday he decided to strike up a conversation with the young blond and asks “So why are you here every Monday?” to which she replies “I go to the third floor to give blood. They pay me $10.00, What about you?”He says “I go to the fifth floor to donate sperm, they pay me $100.00”The next Monday they both get on the elevator and he asks “third floor? “and she shakes her head no keeping her lips tightly closed and presses the #5 button.A drunken farmer comes home late one night holding a sheep.