The mixture of your perfume, body odor and the rain gave this experience a natural flavor that I can't explain. The water felt cold but your body was ...arm against my own. I never had felt so complete than in that moment.I then turned you over with my dick still inside of you and fucked you missionary. The rain on my back with your hands massaging my back was soothing and unbelievable. This feeling was one of such pleasure as I felt you cum several times during this.Finally, wanting to cum. I came back at about 9 and had my two pegs of whiskey as usual and went to the dining room for dinner.Mother was ready with dinner as usual. She was bathed and in a fresh saree. We both remembered the afternoon of passionate fucking, but said nothing. I had dinner, mother also had dinner after me, and I went to my bedroom and slept. I masturbated as usual before sleep. I went to sleep.I don’t know why, but I woke up at 4 in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep but could not. I was. Prior to the hunting trip I can honestly say that Isabeau never apologized for anything she said or did to me. Ivan often did, but that was mostly under threat of death or worse from my mother. Isabeau, I don't think, ever considered me a real person, worthy of her compassion or personal interest, unless I could satisfy some momentary desire to hurt or torment.But that changed abruptly two days after the trip.I had jumped out of the truck as soon as it came to a stop in front of our garage and. I left early, hoping to get there before anyone else so I could at least strip in peace, but the closer I got to school the slower I pedaled, dreading the moment I'd have to take off all my clothes.And with good reason, it turned out. After locking my bike in the rack I went around to the south entrance, where I'd found my clothes the day before, and there was like a mailbox with a sign on it that said "Boys' Clothes Here." There was a fair gathering already, of girls, nothing but girls. I.