So, I gave Maria an, “I’ve got this,” nod and walked into the kitchen. My son was leaning way over the kitchen island, almost into the built-in ...ink, watching where his sister was moving things.As I came up behind him, I said gruffly, “Stop that!” He nearly fell into the sink.He sat up looking guilty. He should have sensed me coming. But, he is still just a boy, even though he is exceptionally tall like me, and his powers have not yet fully matured.He whined, “DaaaD, I didn’t do it.”I said. She had the best tits I had ever seen, they were the type you would see on some erotic site, not a deeply filthy one, just a nice one, more meant to tantalize than to drive a one off masturbation session. They weren’t tiny nipples, but they had a medium dark areola around them, and clearly this woman was used to being able to enjoy the sun in the most divine manner, entirely naked, which, judging by this appearance, may not be entirely unusual an encounter to her. Her skin was softer than I. I was dressed up in 1 piece which ends bit high on my thighs. We dropped my son at my mom’s place and headed to the pub. As I entered we both wished everyone there I can see all my old friends and it was very much fun. My bro got a company she is richa one of my close buddy she always hang up with my bro she likes his company and many of my friends says they both are much closer than what I know.So I was talking to my girls pool and had few shots of tequila and vodka. Every one is on dance. So many interests in common, so many anecdotes from our past to share, similar likes and dislikes with values, books, music, art, recipes and so much else. Our feelings were transmitted by the written word on the computer screen. Real feelings! Friends always warn about chat, saying don’t get fantasy mixed up with reality. Well, our feelings were real, very real… sensing one’s reaction to the written word before the reply appeared on the screen. Soon the chats escalated to ‘cyber’, the internet.