I had been over on one other occasion to watch a football game with a group of people last year. Lana was a nice girl about my age, also kind of big. ...She and I had fucked each other a couple of times, without Cathy knowing, so this was going to be interesting. We walked in and Lana was there on the couch. She was drinking a glass of wine watching television. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top as the house was very warm. “Tony, what are you doing here?” Lana asked with a big smile. "Okay ... makes sense. Can you make an appointment for Friday? I won't be working." I'll try. Lexie ... do you think ... maybe ... you ought to contact your parents? I think they might be happy to know you're alright."That hit me in the gut. Mother? Father? Mummy? Daddy? Could I? Could I not?"From what you said," he went on gently, "it wasn't that they didn't love you. Rather that they were over-protective and restrictive. They'd have to recognise that you're an adult now."I nodded but didn't. She was a typical Aussie blonde ... absolutely beautiful. Mother came aboard. Another eye-stopper ... and then the sisters ... one ... two ... three.I gave the port man a look, “You poor sap.”“What?”“Good lord, sir ... how many bodyguards have you hired to protect those?” I said, “Didn’t you have any boys?”“These are the ones at home ... there’s two married.”“All girls?”“They take after their mother ... thank God.“Agnes...” mom stepped forward, shook my hand and nodded. I don’t know if she was. "My, that book must have seen a lot of use," declared Carol, when Ipulled it from my knapsack."Definitely." I'd used it so much the past year that it had repeatedlycome apart. It was simpler to put it in a three-ring binder.HE appeared shortly, along with a girl carrying her saxophone case andmusic, having just finished her lesson "Hello Lucy." Hi B-b-b- Mr. Oregon," I stammered breathlessly. "This is my friendCarol." I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Oregon," Carol stood up to shake.