Eighteen years old, She wasn’t a pretty girl but she had an attractive shape, not over weight, about five foot four, straight dirty blond hair shoul...er length and a round face and she had a firm ass. This was her most attractive feature to me at the time, her firm ass. Her breasts were small but visible. When we slow danced she was enjoying the contact as much as I was. I became very interested in seeing how far things might go, but again. No job, money or car. The dance and occasional hello’s. His office was that our house and my mom did the secretarial work. This allowed her to be home with my brother, sister, and myself. As we got older she would only be home for one or two days when he was out of town and then she would go to wherever he was. And a lot of ways we were your typical upper middle class family from the Midwest.There were some differences, though. The type of differences that go unnoticed. My mom wasn’t modest at all. There was nothing uncommon about seeing her in. "Oh nothing in particular, I'm just happy; that's all."Her answer caused Shawn to smile, and once again, he thought about asking her to marry him in the fall.The more Sheryl thought about it, the more she hoped that Cricket could really make something like that cuckold thing happen. In fact, she thought about it so much that she even had a dream about it that night. In the dream, she was able to have sex with Cricket while Shawn happily sat back and watched, but she woke up before anything. He usually didn't even stay up this late."Hey sis" There was something on the table in front of him."Uhm, hey Steve." He looked down at the table and clucked his tongue."I have to say I'm a little bit disappointed in you. I mean drugs? Really?" He looked almost hurt. Shit, was she that obvious? He picked up the small blown glass pipe from the table and shook his head. This wasn't fair! She'd never even used the thing. Someone had given it to her as a birthday present and she'd stashed it in a.