I had been able to hear them periodically giggling and chatting as they did all the usual girly stuff. I was happy playing my X-box, chilling out in m...y room. That was how I assumed the whole night would go. This is why it came as a bit of surprise after a couple of hours when I heard my name being hollered from downstairs.'Adam!' Called Chloe; I paused the game and went to the top of the stairs.'What's up?' I called back down the stairs, thinking that the girls probably needed some help with. I cupped each in my hand, squeezing on occasion as well as rubbing your erect, hard nipples between my fingers. My fingers flicked over them, teasing, playing with them as you rested your neck on my shoulder. Moans accompanied each touch, each gentle play of your breasts and nipples.I whispered softly into your ear, informing you of how beautiful you look tonight, as you thanked me. My hands slipped down your body, shaping themselves around your waist to grasp on to the dress that hung there.I. Seeing me looking in her direction, she gets to her feet, and heads my way, sun cream bottle in hand. My heart starts pounding."Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you." she says sweetly, in a lovely English voice. "Would you mind helping me, I can't reach my back with the cream. I don't want to get burnt!"I find myself nodding my agreement, and manage to stammer a garbled yes. Acutely aware suddenly that I had not put my trunks back on, I wondered what to do. Ms Voluptuous was already turning back. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our.