We got to the living room, where she had been dusting, she walked over to the couch, a large sectional, and turned around facing me. I could see that ...er tank top was very loose, hanging low in the front, it had to be just barely covering the top of her bra. She then explained that she was dusting and knocked the curtains and d****s down and couldn't get them. She then turned back around, her back to me, as she bent down saying, " I tried to reach them from under the couch ". Her top rose up as. As the evening wore on my friends started to dance to the fast beat of the music coming from the stereo, mum had sat down and was looking rather bleary eyed to me, I looked over at dad and raised my eyebrows in mother's direction. My father grinned and came over to me, pausing on his way to flirt with three of my girlfriends."Well hello there birthday girl." dad grinned when he reached me.Before I could speak he had picked me up and was planting a kiss on my lips, it was a light peck, very. "Did you want to try that?"She rolled off me and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. "I had a lot of crazy thoughts."I lifted the chain off my neck, ready to unlock her."Not yet," she said. "Let me talk first. In fact, go sit in the chair so I can see you."I got up and then she changed her mind. "No," she said. "Stand by the bed, here close to me."She leaned across and kissed my cock. "I want to watch the excitement needle." You're calling this a needle?" Barometer, maybe, or excitement. Yellow tiles. Gold necklace. Hair pushed up, but a strand’s fallen on her front. No tan at all. Shaved down below, but some’s grown back. She’s so regular.The other girl, the thinner one, is maybe in a backyard. Tan line shows how her bikini fits. Wet hair across her collarbone. Tits are smaller than the other’s, more pronounced. Rectangle of hair. Maybe she’s latina, like me. Sorta’ looks like me, anyway, her face. Maybe she took the hose out of the water barrel; you just see the side of it..