Modern brick semi-detached homes line one side of the road infront of us – very pleasant. We turn through 180 degrees and we’re facing the country...ide ... Fields stretching away to the distance up a hill side, a line of trees along the ridge of the hill/end of the field.Then we pan back to the street – where we can now see our host looking right into camera. Giving us a dimple-cheeked smile and flipping her long, brunette ringlets back over her shoulders, away from her spectacular (and. I thought her boobs would never stopbouncing. She really didn’t need the bra. Her tits wereperfect without it. I could look at them forever, butfound my eyes wandering down a little lower as her handslet us know she was going to take her tiny littlepanties off next.She decided to show us her ass and turned around in timeto the music. We saw her bare back and the most perfectbutt anyone could imagine peeking out of her panties.The seams on her nylons pointed to each of those twowell formed. Then she picked up her folded jeans from the chair and pulled them on; they were very tight so it took her quite some time. At last she was happy for she had finally done them up, then she looked around for her top. At first she couldn't find it then she clicked her fingers as she remembered I had pulled it off her to expose her braless tits in the lounge. I just love this girl for a host of reasons and her not wearing a lot, especially a bra was one of them. Most girls I've known, even ones. ”“ ... and a movie.”“Movie? What movie?” I said.The girls stopped and stared.“Just kidding!”“Not funny!” said Vikki.“No way, no how!” said Nikki, shaking her head.They so needed to lighten up.“See you then,” I said, parting ways.I rang the doorbell and the door opened.“My! Aren’t you the cute one?” the blonde woman said while opening the screen door. “You must be Alex.”“Yes, ma’am,” I said ever so politely. “You must be their mom.”“Yes but please call me Becky.”Becky? So it was Vikki, Nikki,.