‘Ummmmm, the sandwiches one. Not that I’d mind more intimate, but he’s kind of sweet and kind of a mama’s boy. He’s only twenty-two and youn... for his age. I like him. He’s an artist. Sort of.’ ‘What does ‘sort of’ mean?’ ‘It means he has a Bachelors of Fine Arts, but no real fire and no plans. He works in fibers and natural materials, that kind of thing.’ ‘Are you sure he isn’t gay?’ asked Vicky. ‘I mean, twenty-two, not intimate with you, young for his age, an artist – how much would it. Then you drive me almost to Canada. Then you make me sit next to Grizzly Adams on his boat. And then you assault me as soon as I get in the door. And what do you provide me with for nourishment? Nuts." Thank goodness you swallowed," I said, unable to keep from grinning at her.She blinked at me, and then, as I knew she would, burst into hysterical laughter. I was falling in love."Seriously," I said. "Let's head into town, get some breakfast, and do some grocery shopping. Then we'll come back. Looking over at her Dad, Ashley giggled as she slapped his leg with her hand barely missing the lump of his cock and told him to 'Drive On'.The two girls seemed oblivious to everything as they talked amongst themselves as girls do, and ignored the rough ride on dirt country roads that bounced them up and down the whole way. Dad kept glancing over, trying not to drive off the road as he watched the girl's boobs bounce enticingly as he drove. Seizing the opportunity to tease him even more, I. As I followed Sue back into the family room I watched her ass swaying back and forth inside her dress and I began to get aroused.I got Sue a glass of wine and we sat down to wait for Jan. We managed to avoid the subject of sex and just talked about the things we had done during the day. Ten minutes later Jan came down dressed in a black cocktail dress exposing only slightly more breast than Sue but her dress was just a little longer. I couldn't believe that I was sitting there with these two.