That was until he met up with Rita.Rita was as mean as my dad. 32 years old, full bodied and as mean as a viper.I was 13 when Rita became a permanent... part of our family. I listened night after night to them grunting and banging in the bedroom and tried so hard not to imagine what was happening in there. I also, as my body began to change, tried hard not to let it excite me but more often these days as they were next door I would find my fingers straying to my little tight pussy, imagining. (I had been watching him at night whilst I masturbate a lot, as he sits by his fire in his back yard. His long hair with that fresh out of bed look, shirt off just sitting there.)He gently whispered it ok beautiful just lay back and relax. I saw you watching me last night whilst you gently moaned with pleasure. (I went pink when he said this) and I’m here to make you scream.I laid back into the soft comfort of my sleeping bag as he placed his hands on my hips gently flipping me onto my stomach.. We were confident enough that neither of us felt the need to respond every time.We separated, flat on our backs, feeling the warm air and little breeze. Spring was here. Kate rolled on her side and I cradled her head against my neck. I was thinking about what had happened at the pool earlier that morning.Raining hard a couple of hours earlier when Ben and Kate and I arrived at the pool. Just before dawn, dark and really wet. No surprise that we had the place to ourselves. Not even Marie around.. Coach wilson finally took out his dick which was getting limp and went and sat on the sofa again. Iqra got down from the table and she looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. Her hair were everywhere eyes were ruined with the eyeliner splattered all over her cheeks spit stains on the chin and face along with cum on her chin and neck and shoulders. She looked at her tits and how they were red and here nipples still hard from all that pinching she then looked at her pussy how it was used and.