The girl or more correctly 'woman' was busy changing channels on the television, going from one cartoon to another; she took no notice of the introduc...ion. For his part he took notice of a woman with long but un-kept hair, a dress just held on the shoulders by two frayed straps but loose enough to reveal ample flesh of her very large tits. Her mother shrugged and then signalled him to follow her. He entered her bedroom, she locked the door and removed the house coat she was wearing; she was. A dreary eyed Bill laughed, "you're so hot Morgan!" He slurred his words, continuing to rub her right leg with his hands. Morgan told him to shut the fuck up, and stop, but Bill didn't stop. "You didn't mind earlier when you showed me your scar." At that moment, Morgan regretted pulling up her pants leg earlier to show Bill the scar on her leg. It was a small scar on her knee from an infection, but she had told everyone about it, and asked Bill specifically while they were all drinking if he. “Well, that nice to hear.” She glanced at me then back to Naomi.“Joel can be pretty single-minded,” Dad joined in. “He really impressed a lot of people last summer with his dedication to clearing up our packaging inventory.”“I’m still living on that single accomplishment,” I chuckled.“From what Marcus Conradi told me, it was a very impressive accomplishment,” Naomi said.The conversation drifted into where our guest was from and what her interests were. Thankfully, mother didn’t get into her. I was aware of the two hard nipples pressed into my side and the smooth back at my fingertips. Amenthia was in a perfectly mirrored version of how Enti was lying, but with more ample breast flesh pressed into me. The icing on the cake was that they had their fingers interlaced with one another’s along my stomach and I felt happiness knowing that this showed their acceptance of sharing me. Images of what the Oracle said flashed in my mind, various types of women in their places or lying with.