We were now alone with Jim. After half time the serving people left. The game started to heat up with Michigan scoring two touchdowns. Joan began imi...tating the cheerleaders. She threw her arms up and her tits almost fell out of her top. She began Cheering to the beat of the Pep Band. When they scored she began undulating, then she did a cartwheel over to Jim's chair. I could see a moist spot through her yoga pants. Joan stepped up her flirting with Jim. She started touching his arm, leaning. My only sibling, Tom (4 years older than me) took after our father. My father Jack is of Austrian/ Italian decent and at 6'2" and 215 lbs (mainly muscle). He had a volume that could not be overlooked. His Italian heritage gave him that hairy, always with a 5 o'clock shadow look. His personality was imposing, aggressive and overbearing. He loved his beer, he loved his women, and he loved his football... and all of them too much.My mother Annette I took after in ways. She is of Norwegian and. I had plans for an in-ground pool, but it hadn't been installed yet. We had to make due with squirting each other with water hoses. There was more female pulchritude around that day, than I could believe.Wendy at fifteen was going to take after her mother in beauty. Robin had been a beauty of the first order. Then there was Merry. She was forty and had been working out strenuously for five months, and was pretty damned trim. Pia turned eighteen and was the most petite of all and her dark beauty. Desdemona turned the knob and they entered the room. Matt estimated that in the middle of the room was a thirty foot long bed which must have been about twenty foot wide. The roof was way above his head. Certainly not something his six foot stature was used to.“Big bed,” he commented.“Yes, it needs to be,” she replied. A hint of despair, even regret, crept into her voice. She shouldn’t have brought him here, she thought, it was going to end badly, she knew it.Matt turned Desdemona towards him..