We’re all just one big, happy family.”The fact that they didn’t stand on protocol was not exactly a revelation at this point. The part about fam...ly… well, maybe one big, happy, perverted, severely dysfunctional family. That was about the best I could reconcile that statement, but before I had completely come to terms even with that qualifier attached he made it worse.“A lot of my guys think of my Stella as a mother-figure, sort of a surrogate for something they never got at home.”Hmmm.. 'Shoes off!' she said, closing the front door behind her. She was wearing a pair of bright pink slippers. I removed my shoes at the door as requested. 'Would you like a drink? Tea, coffee?' she said. 'Have you got squash please?' I asked and she nodded. She went to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of orange squash. She seemed to have a very normal house. Quite old fashioned but fairly normal at the same time. 'A nice glass of orange squash.' she said handing me the glass. 'Thanks!' I said.. They were so thin it seemed nothing, but she changed into a white top that tied around her waist and a short black skirt.She posed a bit in front of the mirror, then turned to me and said, "James, tell me honestly, Does it look okay? I can't wear a bra with this top. I mean, is it too much?"She looked super sexy with her suntan, the top was open to the waist tie, and it seemed daring. The room was quite dark, but the material was thin. I could easily see the outline of her nipples, and with a. I thought to myself, he’s not that shy after all. I reached behind my neck and untied the top of my bikini. Brad stops kissing me and moves his lips down to my breasts. He sucks on them roughly. First one than the other. His hands move lower. Pressing in between my thighs. I gasp as I feel his fingers running over my pussy. His mouth sucking on my tits. I can feel his hand moving higher, he slides it inside of my bikini bottoms. He pushes it lower and inserts a finger inside my hot wet pussy..