He was a good lookingguy. He had black, short, curly hair. He was wearing a tank top.He was very hairy. His arms, legs, chest, and even his bicepswere... covered with black hair. He smiled at me. "Need any help?" he asked me. "Is that why you stopped?" I asked. "You really should wear underwear if you are going to bendover while you are wearing shorts that short." I was so embarrassed. My big adventure wasn't starting sogreat. I decided underwear was unnecessary. My backpack wouldonly hold. (Something else skipped to, and I leave it to your imagination to know what did).Dilip was 49 and Radha, 36. And as the years rolled on, the difference in their ages was getting (and looking) more pronounced. It was difficult to believe that Radha was a mother of a 14-year old daughter, but to look at her husband, one would think that the 14-year old kid was his granddaughter. Too often, one got the impression that Radha was his daughter, not his wife.Tongues started wagging and he was getting. I am mostly going for lack of anything better to do. Old people get bored too, ya know." He said.Oh wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. I was having a mental freak out, I was screaming and mentally jumping up and down. He wants me and him to sit in his hot tub in our swim suits, alone. OH MY GOD.I decided to forego the food and go straight for the hot tub. I literally ran to Brittany's room, found the cutest swimsuit she owns, put it on, and ran back out. On my way to the back yard, I felt sick from. Why you're so sexy I might fill up the other two. Agirl like you is designed to be filled with a man's juices Kitty."Oh gods! That is disgusting... and if I weren't so horny, I'd break offand run away. Instead I struggle a little in his embrace and moan like abitch in heat..."Ah not sounding so prim and proper now are we?" He says as if he's madea victory, "You're just a horny little bitch like all the rest aren'tyou?" Y.. yes..." I moan, too hot to think straight."At least you don't really.