"Please do," I told her, confidently. "Ask for Lieutenant Grogan or Sheriff Foster. Either can confirm my identity."I looked over at George, still gra...eful for the sanctuary of the small couch. I was glad he wasn't looking over my shoulder at the moment. I was also glad that I hadn't let him hold my fanny-pack as a way of giving him something to do to keep him busy. He might have got curious and peeked inside at a whole lot of things I'd rather he didn't know about. He still hadn't asked me to. So, there is no doubt in my mind either that dad has banged every pussy in both sides of family.But they are happily married. I never saw them quarrel, argue or shout. They have minor fights, tiffs on mundane issues but never serious enough to cause tension in house.A sexy Mom I could probably handle. She always decently covered herself and was busy all the time with household chores. But my sister Neha is a born teaser and a flirt. The day she started sprouting boobs she had become. Almost finished now -as the last touch, apair or rubber knee pads are pulled over my knees - a small concession tomy comfort, since I would be spending so much time on them in the nextcouple of days.She clipped the pink leash on the ring on my collar and walked Her rubbersissy slut doll to the front door, putting the leash on the door handleand leaving me standing in front of the full-length mirror, drooling(literally) over a vision of kinky perfection staring back at me. Andwhat is staring. They moved the umbrella table closer to us and the shadow covered both of us. I dozed off for a bit. When I woke, Manala was still on the mattress and she was holding my hand as it dangled off the chair. I looked down at her and noticed the laugh lines (crows feet, whatever) around her eyes. I viewed her entire body again. I saw an extremely fit body that any 35-year-old woman of this time would kill to have. Shortly Tewnia came over with a Sprite. I was parched and thanked her for her.