“Maren, please meet the four people whose house this is, although a lot more live here occasionally to frequently, at least that’s my understandin....”Emma introduced my three parents and me to her daughter, who was tall, like Civia and about Civia’s height. Her handshake was so-so, but her nervous smile was cute.I told her, “There’s no need to be nervous. We have a lot of girls here that are, like me, just a bit older than you, and one that’s younger. We won’t bite you, although I do hope you’ll. Me, just turned 18, mum Gloria and my dad George. I thought mum had dressed up a bit daring for the dinner in a low cut blue dress that showed off her ample cleavage. I'd tried not to stare when I saw her in the hallway before we left. The cut in her dress went so low that I could see the curve start to go under her hanging breasts. They moved a little under the cotton fabric and I suspected she was wearing a bra. I had a good look from behind but couldn't see the outline of any straps. It may. She wasn't there when I arrived so I went to the backyard and waited. As I sat it seemed like it was getting hotter so I stripped down and jumped in the pool. About thirty minutes later I seen her walk in the kitchen. I climbed out and knocked on the glass door. She turned and stared at me for a few seconds then opened the door. She asked what I was doing, I said it was hot while I waited for you,so I went for a swim. I watched her as she looked at my body. She reached over and started running. I’m quite sure that being pulled off into a small room off the dining room wasn’t what they meant to happen. Not that I’m complaining. In the side room, I found a strawberry-blonde, with firm tits and a killer body grinning at me before moving in to kiss me. I held her body firmly to mine with one arm and her head in place, to keep her from jerking away, when my tongue licked her lips the second time. She still didn’t open her lips to get our tongues involved so I tried something different, I.