The shower sprang to life, and her boob-band came out onto the floor. Then her leggings. Then the tiny scrap of fabric that acted as her panties.I pul...led off my shirt, dropped my jogging shorts and hurried out of my trainers and socks, then followed her into the ensuite. She was in the shower, the hot, steaming water running down her lithe body. Her hair was unbound now, plastered to her back by the water, which fell in rivulets across her pale skin. Her breasts were very small, probably not. If the caretaker who lived in a small cabin less a mile down the hill had decided to take a look in the house, he would have had a thrilling sex show!The main bedroom on the upper floor had a small deck and we stay there the rest of the day, both naked, enjoying the mild autumn sun until it was time to going down and have lunch in the village. After another leisurely walk in the narrow streets and we rush back home for another intense fucking session followed by a sleep before it was time to. As she looked at herself in the mirror's reflection, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride sweep through her.For Libby was an extraordinarily beautiful girl. She looked admiringly at her soft, shimmering blonde hair which fell gently down her back. She was proud of her sparkling blue eyes, her full, sensuous lips, her dazzling white teeth and shapely, lush body.As she began unbuttoning her blouse, she could feel her big tits pressing tightly against the confines of her bra. She would have. " Over and over again it went.Then those two questions again. "Who are you? What are you?" My name is Melan and I a giry." Your name is Melinda and you are a girl." Again it went on, over and over again."Who are you and what are you?" I am Melinda and I am a girl." Who are you?" I am Melinda and I am a girl." Good girl. I now want you to do something for me. It will show the trance is in effect." What?" Shoot a load of cum."Without touching myself I started squirting cum."Now Melinda I want you.