More importantly, it wasn’t hairy.I rolled onto my back and looked to my right. Long blonde hair, really nice figure and she looked to be a lot youn...er than me.I’m forty-two, in pretty good shape now and very happy. Well, not right now, right now I was completely freaked out about where I was, who I was in bed with and where my wife was. I work in data analytics at the local university, we work with companies to spot trends in their data and in return, we get access to that data for our. As I was going through my dads drawers I could hear her footsteps closing in on the bedroom. When I turned my head she was standing in the doorway looking at me.- You know, it's not very polite to look at someone's ass, she said. I froze.- What do you mean?- You don't have to lie, she spoke with what I felt was a very calm, yet strict voice.- I didn't do anything of the sort, I said, nervous as to what might happen.She stood there...looking at me, then without saying anything, she stepped. Katherine and Alan sat at the kitchen counter so they could both better appreciate Susan running around the kitchen. Alan kept his robe wide open while Katherine didn't bother wearing anything at all. As they had done before, they sat up close to the counter edge, both to get a great view of Susan puttering around in the kitchen and so Alan could play with Katherine's pussy without their mother noticing.Susan had taken to keeping many important cooking ingredients and implements in the lowest. I tied up my bikini bra, pushing my breasts up into an even higher position on my chest. It was clearly too small as its thin white fabric was straining in an attempt to cover my curves. I inspected my body in the mirror and liked what I saw. I tied my hair into a bun and made my way back downstairs.I walked out to the small pool in my backyard, it was about a meter deep, Tyler looked up and his jaws dropped. My breasts jiggled with every stride I took out to the pool.I jumped into the pool and.