“Okay, so you want me to choose one of you girls as the cutest, what does the winner get?”. We looked at each other and it was obvious what we bot...h had in mind, “You'll get to fuck whoever turns out the cutest”, my friend said. He seemed to start to think and then said: “Well I think I need to see more of you girls before I can decide properly”. Promptly my friend took of her bra, squeezed her boobs and bit her lower lip while teasingly looking at him. “Well she does make a good point”, he said. He was, he told us, a widower whose wife had died of a totally unexpected stroke at the early age of thirty-six leaving him with a young son, Christopher, aged five. Mr Newman had never remarried and Christopher had been cared for by a live-in nanny until he was eleven years old, when his father had sent him off to an expensive boarding school for boys located in Vermont. Christopher was now eighteen years old, a keen gymnast and by all accounts, a well-built lad and had just left school. He. She sat down on a large couch to the left of his big desk, and Angie tried to respond to Mr. Ethan's comment and questions without appearing too certain of herself. She didn't want to create a conflict in the fantasy she was trying hard to create and the voice and mind that he was hearing as he talked with her.When Angie sat down, she watched as Ronald came over and joined her on the couch. Before he got settled, she'd noticed that he already had a big hardon pushing against the front of his. ”Pete looked at Sandy, and shook his head. Sandy was busting a gut laughing so hard.“Damn. Is nothing sacred? Your daughter has a very big mouth my dear”Sandy and Karen were both laughing hard. Pete finally started laughing too. He wasn’t going to get naked, but then thought about what Sandy had said on their trip to the cabin. He could picture those two getting it on, while he watched and then may be join in later.“Oh come on. Let’s get naked and clean. Who knows, something else may come up,.