The creamy flesh of Joan’s thighs above the nylons sent shivers of anticipation through the pretty receptionist.“Beautiful, Joan,” the girl murm...ured, flicking her finger in and out of her cunt. “Pretty panties, too. Why don’t you pull them open, let me see that fuzzy pussy?” Joan slipped a finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it from her cunt. Her gaze burned beneath the desk. She could see the wetness clinging to the girl’s finger as it fucked in and out of her hairy cunt.“You look. I stopped shaving my pussy and armpits, and just let the hair grow. My legs were never very hairy, so I could get by without shaving them as well.Once the base camp was set up, I took my camera and headed into the forest. I took care not to be seen, but soon found that there was nobody around to see me. This part of the forest was completely inaccessible by road, except for the private road on my grandfather's property, and nobody could use that but my family. I prowled that part of the forest. Sounds of their loud fucking mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen discard the main door and walk around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also hear the loud grunts of a man and the continuous moans of a woman. He could recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his father’s and that too at this time of the day. If his father fucked his. Fortunately, either the noise was not heard or it was ignored, so the first step of our plan was working. We dropped through the trapdoor and found ourselves in a kitchen. There was nothing special here, but we did move carefully so as to keep the noise down. All we needed was to knock over a stack of pans, or some such.We knew the general layout of the building, so we knew which way to go. We moved slowly to insure our path. Once the route had been positively identified, we used the nail gun.