”With my apron still on, I curtsied, though it probably looked pretty silly. I doffed the apron, hung it up, and seated myself.Mom said, “As I’m...not wearing a stitch of clothing, I’ll forego curtseying, but thank you, Dear.”Dad riposted, “I think that I could get used to this: being cooked for and waited on by beautiful, naked women.”Mom threw her napkin at him, but he bravely sallied on.“I don’t want to be a slave-driver and wear you two out, so I think that you should look for suitable. I watch her turn and looking over her shoulder, bend seductively over a chair. She reaches back with those red nails and draws her thong down below the tops of her stockings. In one hand I hold the cock, the other I place flat against the base of her spine. As a woman, I never felt such a combination of lust and power. Spread your cheeks for me. With both hands behind her, she has difficulty balancing. Quickly. I give her ass a slap. That's better. I caress her just below, between. Allwithout any relief, at least for me. I was aroused all the time, couldonly think of sex, distracted completely at work, just consumed with theone and only thing. Oh, what I wouldn't do to get off would make a verysmall list indeed.It started with my girlfriend. Tess was a firebrand; tall, sexy as hell,confident, life of the party and wicked beyond belief. I'm 19, livingwith a friend in a small apartment and Tess is 26, independent andlooking for ... what? Fun? Sex? Kinky thrills? Anyway, she. The whitewash wave of numb pleasure swept over me, I lay back into the water, perfectly comfortable. Then sudden cold again as her head rose out of the water. Brushing her disheveled, dripping hair out of her eyes, she squeezed out of her mouth my white cum onto the palm of her hand and showed it to me smiling.“Doctor says you are just fine.”“Well thank god for that!” She drifted away.A masked head with snorkel dangling popped up a few metres away. “Nice.” Said my sister.“Oh bloody hell.” I.