"I followed Bette into a bedroom and sitting on the bed was a young woman, or should I say woman. She sat cross-legged on the end of the bed holding a...teddy bear in her hands. She had a pair of huge breasts; well they looked large to me."How old is she Bette, I don't want to be roped in for molesting a child?" She is eighteen and three months, well over the legal limit, well will you do it." I haven't heard her ask?" Glad, do you want this man to fuck you, put is penis in your itchy spot." Will. We left our jackets at the front and punched in and got to work. Starting later in the morning meant we were both awake and on our second coffee.The work went well. Putting some music on the store sound system we listened to some blues and jazz while we worked, breaking after a couple of hours, then again a couple hours after that and had lunch. We skipped the third break and finished up early. The entire day every time I looked around I caught her checking me out. Turn about is fair I. She was totally confused and the look on her eyes did not tell me what she was anticipating. I released both hands and was playing with her breasts and nipples now erect. I passed my hand into her panty and found that she was indeed wet.I kept assuring her that nothing would happen to her but her scared look did not go away until my fingers started to play with her clitoris. I very deftly while still pushing her towards the wash basin undid my pants and lowered my underwear. My cock was out in. " She grabbed my hand and held it in hers. "Tonight, because it's your 18th birthday, I'm going to help you take care of it." What?" I said."It's something that your grandmother did for your father when he came of age, and after much discussion, we decided that I would do the same for you." You mean . . .?" Your mother's going to lend you a hand, Son," my father said. My mother stood up and let the robe fall to the floor. She was wearing a matching lacy white bra and panties. I was confused and.