“Do you need me to hold the tape?” I asked.“No Sir, I’m fine,” she said walking back to my extra bedroom. I watched the breaking news on the...computer, while she took her measurements.It was just a few minutes later when she came back to the living room area. “I was wrong, I do need your help,” Effie admitted. I noticed that Effie had grown up several weeks before. She had begun to dress more provocatively as well. She even showed a lot of cleavage while she measured for the partition. I decided. . it was very orderly. I was not the only guy with parents. Suddenly I wasn’t so ashamed.I got back with a cart. All my things were sitting by the curb. My Dodge was parked in the lot ... Grace and Daddy were unloading the station wagon ... Grace’s junk.I will admit she pitched right in ... and her jeans did hug her butt like a second skin. I will also admit that I took offense when some of the males also noticed that tight bottom.Third East ... girls ... girls ... girls ... and more girls .... ..up and down...working lower each time...as I worked on her back I noticed she was opening her legs more and moaning...then I noticed something pinkish sticking out of her pussy...she had a vibrator in her pussy...the speed on low...I began rubbing her butt cheecks...moving my slippery finger down her crack...her legs spread apart farther...her moans growing deeper as my finger swirlled around her anus...MMMM so sexy I thought to myself...as I massaged her inner thigh I could feel how hot she. One line for five people and our dial-up internet access was impractical, so phone usage rules are enforced. Up until a few days ago this had only mattered to my sisters as I'd not needed to use the phone much. I was distressed to learn that all the hours I'd not used over the past several years did not entitle me any free minutes now. My evening conversations were sympathetically restricted to the 15-minute limit. The phone's in the kitchen, so the location was restrictive too. I was looking.