I stop, it’s really quite simple.Fine I looked over my shoulder with fire in my eyes as I said fine, if you want him to see me exposed and open to h...is eyes who am I to complain, right roger, who am I. go ahead I don’t care anymore if that’s what you want then just do it.I lay there crying hoping my words cut him like a knife. He began to slowly rub my butt cheeks and his finger dipped down only to find my sopping wet pussy. God I wanted to die on the spot. My pussy gave me away. I was dripping. No phone, no internet, probably no electricity she wouldn’t have been surprised. But importantly no work. The website described it as a quaint Civil War era mansion house with many original features. To be honest it was rather lovely. Set miles from the nearest town in it’s own extensive, slightly overgrown gardens. Long covered balconies on all four sides. A very restful place. But on the first night she soon discovered the downsides of such old country houses. There were cold drafts from who. I hopped in the shower, relishing in the quick cold blast, slowly warming up to the perfect heat. I lingered in the shower, not out of fear of facing my two girls, but because it was so damn relaxing. I had nothing to think about, no concerns on my mind, just the bliss of hot water running over my body and soothing my muscles. I got out of the shower, dried off and debated putting on clothes at all. I decided on just a pair of athletic shorts and no underwear. Modesty was not necessarily. The house was a four bedroom house with possibility of adding on much later in the future if we needed to which was likely we would need to. It did need sevral repairs with most of them needing done before move in and the rest of them, being done after move in, and they were repairs I could do myself, with out the help or calling in, a professional.After doing the math by adding in the cost of the house, cost of material for repairs, cost of what little painting to be done, gas to come and go.