Definitely a good kisser she thought. When Zara pressed against him, Alex rolled on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows and lifted his face ...away for a moment. Zara was breathless, her eyes questioningly looking at him from beneath her lashes. He groaned and dipped his head once more to taste her, this time sliding his hand under her shirt. Zara gasped when he touched her nipple, but she was beyond stopping, she allowed him to take off her shirt. Alex leaned back to take off his shirt. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. Now that I knew Rita was as much of a slut as the rest of my girls sharing her with my Dad was in the realm of possibilities.I mentioned that to my mother when we were alone and she smiled in agreement. "I'll find a way of broaching that subject with him soon."I went home with Rita that night. I had been hard most of the day so we were barely in her front door before I yanked her pants and underwear to her ankles before forcing my prick into her damp. I serve her dinner and sit beside her, she eats in silence. After dinner she pours another drink. "Clear the table and do the dishes" she says getting up and walking to the living room. "Yes dear." Is all I can say. I do as she says, then work in the kitchen doing the dishes and cleaning up. She holds up and inspects the lingerie and dresses from the box. She holds up a pink chiffon lace little girls dress and comments on how feminine and juvenile my tastes are and how even as a girl she would. There were nine of us, the Fergusons, Elliotts (Aaron's folks) and Stenstroms, along with Aaron, Bailey, and me. I told everyone I was only too happy to sit this one out, but Bailey insisted I play."You remember your golf date in Florida?" I asked. "The one who rode the cart, hit balls in the wrong fairway and drank a lot of beer?"She told me it was burned in her mind forever."It'll be just like that without the beer," I said. "Everyone here shoots in the 80s or better. Everyone but me. I'll.