They shared meals and jokes and innuendos, maybe even flirted a little. And they stole glances at each other. Then one hot, sunny Thursday there was an equipment breakdown at work. The bosses sent Rod and all of the summer workers home a couple hours early so the maintenance crew could make repairs. Rod got home early and went up to his room to change into his swim trunks. Like any other day he peeked down at the pool. There she was, like most days, lying in the lounge, shades over her eyes, listening to NPR on the radio, her lean body basking in the bright sun, her black hair wet and plastered to her head. But this time she was topless. Rod licked his lips as he took in the delicious sight. She really is a sexy bitch, he told himself. He watched her for several minutes and found it was hard to pull his eyes away. He took some zoomed photos of her with his smart phone for future reference. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to indian the French doors that opened onto the pool area. He opened the doors and slipped outside. She hadn’t seen him, her eyes must have been closed. She hadn’t heard him either, she was homemade listening to the radio. He sauntered over and when he was a few feet away he made a loud coughing noise. Marisa’s body started and she scrambled to find her bra on the table next to her. “Oh my God, do you always lounge around here topless? What’s this world coming to?” Rod said with faux annoyance, then laughed. Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her breasts and glared at him, her eyes wide with shocked embarrassment. Rod took the lounge chair next to her and sat facing her. “You’re home early,” Marisa said. “Well?” “Well what?” she asked, her hands clutched on the bikini top covering her tits. “Do you always lay around here topless?” “Well, not always,” she said, relaxing. Her face broke into a smile. “Sometimes I go bottomless too!” “Hmmm,” Rod said. The horses made me nervous so we let them go. I nipped her nipple hard. The investigation lasted a lot longer, and Phil almost got in trouble for their age gap even if she had consented, but luckily some bylaws or something saved his ass. "You asked for this baby. “Yes. Except for the jar and the glass in his bedroom. He was a badass fucking lowlife, but she had him out of control almost as easily as he had done to homemade her, and it felt good. “It’s alright, no one else has ever taken it all” he said. "No, actually it's not." One moment she was listening to the grievances and worries of the chieftains, the next, she had disappeared in a shower of wood shrapnel. After lingering on the dimples around my aerolas he moved down to my spread pussy. This time the tip of John’s finger actually indian slipped past Karen’s sphincter muscle and entered his sister’s virgin asshole. My asshole clenched on the two digits, my clit throbbing in my friend's hungry mouth. I was not mathematician enough to be able to calculate how much women I needed in servitude to avoid women wanting to be in servitude. I placed my clothes on my sleeping bag and turned around to get the girls acquainted with my naked body. Then all of a sudden it stopped.