Moments later a waitress appeared, and she was a definite improvement on the waiter who had served us before. At least in the looks department she was... She was clearly Italian, tall, raven-haired, with an olive complexion and a set of knockers that…well, they were most impressive. Not that I looked. But when she bent to fill our water glasses I could hardly avoid seeing deep into her prominently exposed cleavage. ‘My name is Italia, and I will be your server today,’ she said in a throaty,. Matt and Barry are white Australians, while Edwin is a black, Jamaican-Australian, and Anson is a Japanese-Australian.I described my modeling career to Matt and Edwin and said it was mainly in the nude. I then explained that I had moved across the country to get away from stress and fights with my family and relatives over my career. The two guys were sympathetic and understanding.That evening, over a barbeque dinner, I met Barry and Anson. They, too, enthusiastically welcomed me to their home.. When I’d entered the house I thought no one was home. If there was anyone at home that early in the afternoon it would have to be my mother. Because my sister Tina who I managed to fuck (read previous stories) was at school and my father was hardly ever in the place now, since he lived out of town for job his purposes. I listened to the sound for about half a minute, and then decided I’d better go in search of it’s source. As I moved about the house I tried to locate the source of the noise and. “Fuck me in one of these loveseats. Let everyone hear us, I don’t care.” She paused then whispered, “Make me yours, Henry.” Penelope’s mind began to spin, who was this girl? She had never said the F-word, well, aloud at least. She was a good girl, an innocent girl. What is he doing to me? Though right now, she didn’t seem to care; once she looked into Henry’s majestic eyes, her worries had vanished. Henry flashed Penelope his sexy grin, excited by the words that had just come out of her mouth..