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However; the girls were shocked into silence but Mom took care of that with her usual nonchalant manner. “Oh good, I see you girls aren’t contaminating our pool with that nasty residue from laundry soap. Have fun kids, Dad and I are going to watch the movie we rented. See you later, call if you need anything.” With that pronouncement, she strolled back into the house, leaving the cold drinks sitting on a tray by the pool side table. Michelle and Marilyn looked at each other, then at us. Finally, they just accepted that being naked in the pool with us wasn’t a big deal with Mom and Dad so we continued having a good time. When it came time to get out, they did wrap towels around themselves. We got dressed and went into the house. Dad just smiled and waved at the girls, saying nothing about naked swimming. Later he did tell Don and I that the girls looked almost as good as Mom did when they were swimming naked years ago! By now I knew that I wanted to make ultimate love with Michelle and was getting signals that she would be willing. I began to plan how and where it could happen. Although Mom and Dad were OK with us swimming naked, I somehow didn’t want to do it my first time with them around. One afternoon I moved the mattress from the fire truck into our 1937 service truck. Essentially it was a car, but instead of a back seat and trunk, it had the roof line extended at full height all the way to the back and double doors at the rear with no doors or windows on the side, except for the driver and passenger side windows, and of course, the windshield. With the front bench seat for the driver and passenger, it was almost impossible to see into the back of the service truck from the outside. I had scouted out the farms in the area and found a place where there was a thick grove of trees along the road. At a gap in the tree line, was a driveway into the farm field, but once past the trees, one could park close to the trees and not be seen from the road. I carefully prepared the service truck, putting in a cooler with supplies and a jug of warm water. Plenty of towels and wash cloths, as well as blankets and pillows. Thus prepared, I asked Michelle if we could have an afternoon together for a picnic and a time to talk. She agreed and asked if I had anything special in mind. I agreed that I did have something special but declined any further explanation. She said she would be ready just before lunch time on Saturday, then asked if she needed to bring anything. I told her I had it covered, but she could bring desert if she wanted to. At the appointed time, I picked her amateur up and immediately headed for the country road I had discovered earlier. Upon arrival, I pulled in behind the hedge row and parked the truck. I got out and spread the blanket on the soft grass under the trees, then got out the cooler, which contained among other things a picnic lunch, along with drinks. “This is pleasant” commented Michelle, “how did you find this place?” I told her that I just drove around until I came upon it. Michelle grinned, then said, “and just what were you looking for when you found this place? Let me guess, you want to watch the birds.” “Well, I guess we could look at birds while we eat, but then I have something I want to talk to you about. Are you hungry?” After spreading a small cloth for the food, we lay back and slowly ate the lunch. Michelle got the little picnic basket she bought along and took out two slices of cherry pie. “How would you like a cherry?” she asked with a mischievous little smile. I grinned back and said that cherries were my favorite. “I’ll bet,” she said with an even bigger smile. “The sun is asian just right, I’ll bet it would feel even better if you took off your shirt,” she said as she began unbuttoning mine. As she did, I began to unbutton hers as well, and before long we were completely naked, basking in the warm but not hot sunlight. After about fifteen minutes I suggested that indian we get in the truck to avoid getting sunburned. ‘What is wrong with my daughter?!’ Rhonda wondered with a mixture of revulsion and disbelief. I imagined Bailey looking at my anus. Wow! I am to please and be pleased sexually. The sloppiness of it seemed to turn Jen on and she came hard all over my face. “Are your hands tied?” she asked. He could see her nipples like bullets threatening to blow off her bikini top and her indian tummy starting to spasm. We fucked and we fucked and she moaned and she sighed and amateur cried out as I made her orgasm several times fucking her on her bed. “Although I do enjoy economics.” Arterial spray gushed from the wound, and the man grabbed for asian his throat. She made up a story about the Halisbergs leaving an expensive flash light under their picnic table and asked if he would call her the next time they were there. I shifted on the table, this smile spreading on my lips. “Ooh, you keep doing that, and I'm going to cum.” “See, I knew she was horny as hell when she left Nashville. As she spoke, the Indian girl delivered one final, resounding slap and knelt upright over Milena’s face, reaching down to pinch and twist her rosy nipples. I said have our girls scan for any other colonies that may have survived the sun exploding.