I didn't have any idea what she meant so she explained what she wanted to do. She said he was sitting out in their backyard and said I should go out b...ck and work on some thing and start talking with him. I said ok but asked how he was going to get a look at her, she sat looking at me then said would you mind if he got a real good look at me. I asked what she meant and she said as good of a look as your getting right now. I looked at her and said no I don't need you coming out like that. She. "How old were you, when you left for the island?" I asked.She didn't stop what she was doing to answer. Not for the first time, I wondered whether anyone could acquire such skills without hands-on practice. Well, if there had been interfamilial hanky-panky among the denizens of Sally Island, I didn't want to know about it. I was just going to lie back and enjoy the results.Finally it occurred to me that so far, Sally's only orgasm at my hands (so to speak) had been oral. Perhaps I should save. Eventually she just stopped refusing, even when Jack made her perform these acts in front of their only child. Kylie felt Jack pour cool cooking oil across her chest. It ran down her firm body and dripped from her shaved lips. Jack worked the yucky oil into her skin and played with her slick flesh. With only a unintelligible grunt as a command Kylie was forced down onto her hands and knees in the puddle of oil. She shivered as he poured more oil onto her lower back. It ran down between her. They, like their mother, were very pretty, both blond like their mom but they were dressed, well, they were dressed quite provocatively.It is true that I'd not been around teen girls since I was that age and I did know lots of things have changed over the years, but they really amazed me.The older girl, taller, of course, was in a cotton knit top with an open weave that showed her quite lovely breasts, several inches of bare midriff, then a short denim skirt. Yes, there was no bra, her pretty.