He was considerably younger than her and I figured his age to be in his mid to late twenties. He was tall (not as tall as her) with pale blue eyes and... sandy blond hair that fell down around his broad shoulders. He came down to the laudry room to help with the basket of clothes. "Is this your son?" I awkwardly asked. They both simultaneously chuckled and looked fondly at one another. "We get that all the time," said the woman, who's name is Charlotte. Her young companion was Luke. It seemed. But she insisted it was causing anxiety so we entertained a few more questions and a longer conversation. She explained that she did nothing sexual with any of her previous boyfriends and that they all broked up with her because of that. She had on guy break up with her because she "wasn't a good kisser" and she was scared it would continue in college. She asked if we could give her some "pointers" to help her out.Eventually, she somehow convinced my wife to teach her how to kiss better. Jan. “Oooh really?” she said coyly,“Wanna go for a dip?“Sure, but I don’t have anything to swim in,”“My sister might have something go check through in the room at the end of the hall, all the stuff on the bed is clean I did laundry earlier.”“Ok be right back,” she said smiling, as I headed downstairs I thought about the fact that my sister was several bra sizes smaller than Brittni, which could cause her difficulty finding a fitting top.I changed, grabbed two towels, and came upstairs, as I opened. When Jean spoke up, Dan jumped and almost knocked Jane off of him. Jean asked him which sister was which and then asked Jane to switch places. Jean climbed onto Dan’s cock and began riding him just like Jane had been doing. After a few bounces on his cock, Jean again asked which sister was she. Dan was in such a state of shock that he didn’t know how to respond. Jean climbed off and the twins stood side by side and again they asked Dan to identify who was who. After stammering a bit, tried to.