1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    retorted, and pushed the call button. We waited long enough for Dad to push it again. After a more seconds ticked by, a voice finally came across the intercom. “Who dis?” they asked, leaving me to wonder who they were. “Yes, this is the Blake family.” dad replied, “Here for lunch?” “You no have number?” the accented female voice asked. “No number, no enter.” “Oh no.” Dad corrected, “We know the code numbers.” he nodded, as if the person could see him. “You have code number?” the woman confirmed. Dad wiped the frustration off of his face with a hand and pushed the talk button again, “Yes, we know the code.” he assured her. “Then why you bother me for?” she asked. Dad didn’t reply but waited patiently for the gate to open. It never did. His thumb went back to the call button but he changed his mind. Instead, he asked, “What was that number son?” “1928, the same year the place was founded.” I enlightened him. “Wow, I bet the house is ancient.” Mom surmised. “I bet it isn’t.” I retaliated. Driving up the ridge, I watched them look at the vehicles in the car port and back at the house. “Ok, so it’s better than I expected.” Mom admitted. “Come on.” I urged, “This place is amazing. Dad, pull up behind the house.” I directed. The view of the farm appeared before them and they studied it for a minute. I was surprised to see people by the barn working on a Sunday. “The pool is on your left.” I informed them. They both turned to see the in-ground pool and gazebo past it. Mom looked ...
    over the estate one more time and said, “Ok, now I’m just jealous.” “Where should I park?” Dad asked, looking around. “I don’t know, they kind of park just anywhere.” I mused. We left it at the top of the ridge facing the farmland. Ringing the front door, we were greeted by an elderly Asian woman wearing a hair bun and an apron. “What you want?” she asked, looking all of us over while wiping her hands on her apron. We were saved when Candy appeared behind her. “It’s ok Kiki, they’re here for lunch.” she explained, stepping beside her. With her hair tied back and held in place by a flower over her ear, she looked ravishing. Sporting a strapless sun dress that had the same flowers she wore in her hair, it formed around her hour glass form and flowed to her knees. The white heels strapped to her feet were excellent pedestals to place her on. “This way.” she directed, offering an arm to gather us in. “Candice, you look stunning in that dress.” Mom complimented. “Thank you, my mother was sure it would receive good reviews.” she acknowledged. The breezeway opened to a spiral stairwell with rooms on each side. She led us into the living room where Henry sat with the Sunday paper in his lap and what I thought would be her mother standing up to greet us. “Henry, guests!” she called, walking to us. An older version of Candy came at us with her hand extended. “Hello, a pleasure meeting you!” she greeted, “I’m Francis.” she claimed, shaking my dad’s hand. My dad introduced us all, ending ...
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