Sally was a blonde. Kayla was African-American. Maria was a Chicano (Mexican-American). Caroline was a redhead. Susan was an ABC (American-born-and-br...d Chinese)."This living room is quite big," said Maria."How many rooms are there?" asked Kayla."Well I'd say I have three rooms, a bathroom and of course the kitchen. Speaking of which, I am going to go to the kitchen to check on our dinner!!" said Michelle."Let me help you out. God I wish I could live in a place like this," Caroline cried."You. The fourth side that was open was only visible from the house and I knew my parents/grandparents were going to be gone until late that evening so other than Roger and his girlfriend, there was nobody to watch her sexy display. I noticed Roger's mouth was open as we walked by and later I heard his girlfriend slap him for staring.When we got inside, I turned on the shower so we could wash off the chlorine. Valerie pulled her suit the rest of the way off and tossed it on the floor under the. I was still able to ask sternly, in a maternal parent sort of way, "Up a little late for a school night aren't you Barry?" I'm off to bed soon mom. Anyways, first class was cancelled tomorrow."I didn't challenge this last part - having discovered months ago of my son's increasing need to lie to me when confronted, not even seeming to care if he was caught or not. There seemed to be nothing I could do - yelling or talking to him was like speaking to a rock and just as frustrating, he was to old. ”“Sheryl? That’s her name?”“Uh, yeah. And Sheryl whispered at me to come look, and when I did, Danny had my sister’s shirt up and was kissing her ... um ... chest.”“You saw your sister’s breasts?“ gasped Monica.“Yeah,” he said, wondering if it had been wise to use his sister in this story. But it was too late, now. “We’d seen each other naked lots of times, growing up,” he said.“Of course,” said Monica, who had no idea what “normal” was for siblings growing up.“So anyway, I was behind Sheryl.