I stopped myself from repeating Sam’s question.“But--”“No, you really don’t.”“Nothing that deserved that,” Kent muttered as he stood u... and rubbed his cheek. All three of my girls turned their backs on him. Doug and I shared a look.“Alright,” I declared, getting up across the table. “Maybe we’ll go.”“You don’t have to,” my brother said. “It’s my place; I decide who sleeps here tonight.”I looked to my girls; they all shook their heads. I nodded at them: we were all on the same page. Doug versus. John phoned to say he was coming to London for a 2 day conference bringing C with him she would shop and sight see while he worked and could they come to visit as C wanted to meet us. John had already explained that C was a great lover but very shy outside their bedroom and of course no idea of what we got up to on his visits. They arrived on the Friday night and C although not a beauty had a lovely cascade of reddy blonde hair and these beautiful tits I figured about a 34ff and an imediate. My husband as always was sleeping, ha ha, he never gets up before 10am , so I'm caught doing the morning work, like breakfast and what not. Jeremy had just turned 18, I swear my little boy was growing up so fast, he had just finished his last year of high school, and was now working as both a pipe fitter, and sheet metal worker which at his age was quite impressive I had thought. He was quite tall, about 6'1" athletic build, perfect smile of course due to me owning my own dental clinic, he was. Today, I decided to narrate one of my real life experiences.Warning: This is my real story and I am trying to narrate it in as detailed as possible. So, this is going to be a long story, kindly bear with me.Let me introduce the characters first. Me – I am well-educated, 24 years old male. I am fair in colour, 5’8″ tall, gym fit guy with some adorable looks and 6″ inch tool.Geeta – My cleaning girl of about same age as mine, a bit dusky in colour and bulky too with stats of 36D-38-40 (yes I.