Anna was lying on a lounge chair, her raven-black hair hanging at her shoulders, as the chair was in a sitting rather than a lying position. Her long,...shapely legs were pulled towards her chest, hanging over the arms over the chair as she spread her legs. Her natural C cup breasts were moving slightly as Anna settled. She had deposited her clothes on the deck by the foot of her chair. A black demi-bra and thong, red skirt and tank top all lay cluttered in a pile. She was lying back as much as. My sister was looking down trying to avoid drawing attention. My father was looking right at me silently. My mother looked like she was ready for a very thorough discussion.I took a breath and let it out slowly. Deciding that I had to tell them everything, since I had no intention of letting him go. As respectfully as I could, choosing my words carefully, I told them he was my boyfriend. I told them our history, how they met him when I was in Grade 12. I told them how we had encountered each. First he rubbed the oil into my hair and then my head. This continued for some time and then his hands moved down to my neck and massaged it for what seemed like an eternity. We talked about general things like what I do about my husband my child and then he started kneading my shoulders slowly all of this was making me relaxed and was feeling wonderful. He then changed position and moved so that he was in front of me. He began to massage my head from the front, moving to my forehead by this. Sie war eigentlich immer High und sie mochte sich so. Es war so richtig, so wahr und echt. Gras,Pillen,Koks keine Notwendigkeit aber schön. Sie liebte das. So war sie echt,nicht verstellt. Sie lehnte sich an die Laterne und zog tief an dem Joint lächelte und dachte zurück. Sie hatte alles richtig gemacht. Sie war geil,ihr ganzes Leben war geil. Sie liebte es mit jeder Faser ihres Körpers und der war nur für eines gebaut: SEX.Sie war jetzt 23 und stolz auf alles was sie bisher erlebt und gemacht.