Dad had been busy at home, too. There was a wooden ramp, just about the same width as my chair, that led from the driveway to the front porch. We live... in a ranch-style house, so at least I didn’t have to worry about stairs once I was inside.That strange feeling of things being familiar but different hit me once I was inside. I’d look at a chair and almost be able to remember seeing my father sitting there sixty years ago, but not being quite the same color or shape. I could see my mother in. Robert had one hand down the front of her shorts, making her young pussy all creamy, and her mouth was full of his cock when her mobile phone rang.Ellie ignored it, knowing it would stop soon; she wanted to get off before talking to anyone else. Her ringtone was particularly irritating, and the caller didn’t give up; Dad called over his shoulder “Ellie, get that will you; my hands are full of your mother and driving”. Ellie let go of her brother’s erection and fumbled around on the back seat. I would have to change that picture in my mind, the one where my cum oozes out of her well-fucked pussy onto her cunt hair. The bikinis hit the floor and she stopped out of them. She put one leg over my shoulder and her hand pressed my face onto her drooling pussy. I opened my mouth around her slit."Are you ready, Bernie?" I nodded my head and she relaxed whatever muscle it is that holds the bladder closed.It was the third time I had ever done that in my life. The first two times, the girl had. Lara pulled the shorts on first, struggling a bit to get them over her ass but once they were on, they fit her perfectly. She slipped the shirt on and noticed that there wasn’t a single button on it, the only way she could close it was to tie it up underneath her heavy tits. It barely covered them at all, and the way she tied the shirt made her tits push together, they were on full display.She looked at Robert, waiting for his approval.“You look even better than I had imagined. Come here,” he.