I gave up my apartment and I moved back North.As I still had a sizable amount of money left from my settlement. I didn't need full-time employment and...I took a part-time job as a bartender in an upscale establishment. It was at the suggestion of a regular customer that I soon joined and became active with the Junior Chamber of Commerce.I met Darlene at one of the regular Friday night gatherings. She was a few years older than most of the other females but did not look, dress or act it. I saw. " "Do you want me to help?" "Would you? If I'm going to do it I want to do it right." So I laid her down on the bed with a towel under her, and finished the job. I couldn't help but notice she was juicing heavily as I worked my fingers into her pussy lips to better get at the bush. When I was done she was baby smooth and I handed her a mirror to admire our work. She ran her hand over exposed clit hood, sliding it back to expose her dicklet. "I've never really looked at it before! It...it is. I wasn't to get quite what I expected, though."Oh yeah, get that nice and wet," Dad was saying, "Because now it's time for the little babe to have a go."I moved over to kneel where my brother was in front of her, but Dad stopped me in my tracks."No, not like that," she said, "Strip."I stood motionless and surprised and, in that time, Mom had come over, still half dressed in open blouse and dishevelled skirt, and had started pulling off my shirt. I joined in and stripped out of my pants until I. I looked around, taking in the sight as it was the first time I’d been inside his house. Expensive paintings decorated the hall’s wall and I couldn’t help but be mesmerised by each of them.“Would you like a drink?” he asked.“Sure,” I replied as he led me to the kitchen.He started pouring me a glass of water as I looked around the kitchen. It was nothing like my house; everything was so clean and looked incredibly expensive. I started wondering what kind of guy I’d gotten involved with and why.