I looked in the windows and eventually I saw a bunch of girls in the basement family room. There were four girls plus my sister. They were all naked i...cluding my sister. I recognized her friends. When I lived at home I referred to them as The Brat Pack.My sister Katie was usually the ringleader. Michelle was her ‘yes man’ and would always back her up to get the others to go along, no matter how dumb the idea was. Rhonda, Peggy Sue, and Lucy were the followers.I was curious as to what I had. When a young girl with her mum struck up a conversation with me, she said "Some dads just leave and are not dads", I said "You say that was experience", she said "My dad left before I was born", and with that we conversed about the subject. After I'd finished in the store I went into the coffee shop, and there she was.As we were talking she told me she was 18 years old, worked in a day nursery. She had long blonde hair, 5' 4", a decent pair of tits, and seemed a genuine nice person. As we. Brad had been out late last night, and I was zonked out from swimming, canoeing and our afternoon session in bed and was asleep when he came back and got in bed.The following day I could not help but ask, “So how did it go with Barbara last night?”“We have a problem, Mom.”“Oh my god, her father didn’t catch you, did he?”“I wish that were it. Then I think we would know how to handle it.”“You used a condom, didn’t you?”“Let me start from the beginning, Mom. Last night I helped Barbara put up the. “What are you looking at?” Angela demanded. “Do I have a speck of dirt on my face.”“I...what?” I demanded.“You were staring at my face, my Lady.”My cheeks burned. I looked ahead. “I was doing no such thing. I was watching the...um...interesting sights.”Angela looked to her left. “Right. Because a peasant mucking in the field would interest such a refined lady as yourself.”I wanted to scream. But I wouldn't.I was grateful for our midday break. We found shade beneath a chestnut tree. Angela sat.