Well since she was there it meant her cute little friend named Ashley she was 18 and at 5’4 maybe 100 lbs soaking wet and nice 32b breasts she was c...te and she loved to wear those little jean shorts and tank tops with no bra. Well one night while my sister was working (she worked nights) so we had the place to ourselves and we decided to cook some dinner and have a cocktail and just relax and later go to the pool for a midnight swim, so as finished dinner and half a bottle of vodka we decided. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away.I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.It. I cranked the music up and jerked off for the next couple of hours. After my third orgasm, I fell into a deep slumber. The next morning I woke in a stick mess. I couldn’t help but dream about my sister all night and I must have ejaculated in bed that night because everything was sticky and crusty. After my shower, I tossed my sheets in the wash and headed for some food. I was starving after all the jerking off and my incredible wet dreams. In the kitchen I found a note from my dad. It was more like a care package than supplies.Then I noticed something else in the bottom of the box. Several pieces of leather with buckles on them, handcuffs and keys!The food I put away in the fridge, and the freezer. The clothes I left on the table. The Camera and others I also left on the table, it was all very mysterious indeed Part 5 Tania came down to the kitchen, looked at me and smiled; I cocked an eye at her naked form.“And what was wrong with your clothes?” I asked her.“They weren’t.