Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 5 Of 7
She blinked one eye flirtatiously as she energetically sucked on my thumb
"FUCK!" "Good evening, dear neighbour," it sounded from a deep, warm and friendly voice. It was the father from the rental summer house next door. He stood right up against the front door, and was about to tumble in when I opened it, while the daughter, the deranged harlot, stood carefully in the background. She was nervous, and stood just so far away that my outdoor light could barely pick up her figure, and hid cunningl...