After a few more dates, I decided to ask her to be my girlfriend and she accepted and told me that she thought it would be a good idea for me to meet ...er parents.A day later she called me to ask if I could come over on Friday night to meet her parents and to sleep over. No, I don't know enough to think about maybe sneaking into her room late at night, I'm not a big risk-taker anyway. My mom called her's just to make sure and everything was set.So, Friday night came and my mom dropped me off and. Their order of helping was established by age, just because that was a simple way.On weekdays she had the house all to herself. That’s when she did the shopping, cleaning the bathrooms, and also taking time just to read and enjoy being herself. About four in the afternoon was when the first one got home from work and then the busyness picked up.Thank goodness those pesky periods were done and she didn’t have to deal with that mess, or the risk of her belly swelling either. Her womanly parts. “Good afternoon, Mr. Langley,” I greeted pleasantly. I sat in a chair in front of his desk, crossing my legs, making sure just a peak of my lime green panties were visible. “Ms. Brennan, you’ve worked with us for about a year now. I was wondering if you’re interested in a promotion.” The older man spoke. Whereas Mr. Langley was about 45 and married, I had to admit that a lot of my fantasies involve him jacking off to me. “What’s the proposal?” I asked seductively, hoping he’d catch my. He really liked Mr. Ferguson, he'd lived next door to them since he was an infant, but Mitch was nineteen now and Mrs. Ferguson's tits were calling to him.Mitch figured he could fill a gallon milk bottle if he had kept all the semen he'd produced while watching Emma sunbathe by her pool, and he'd only been home from college for a week. Beating his meat while looking at Emma in a bikini wasn't going to be enough for Mitch this summer, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to squeeze her 36DD funbags.