Did she really just say that??

You can't work it out - is she really teasing you? Or are you just imagining things because you're so horny?

You watch her tight arse wiggle away as she leaves. You've never had a thing for older women, but she is hot and flirty and your dick is telling you otherwise. You feel some pre-cum seeping out.

"Ah, you finally turned up then, I see." Your thoughts are interrupted by the deep voice of her dad. A tall stern man in a shirt and suit but no tie comes striding down the hallway.

"Sorry, father the trafffic was heavier than we thought."

"Well you should always allow for such a scenario, I've told you that before."

"Dad this is my boyfriend Jack."

He looks you up and down and just waits.

You step forward and offer your hand. "Nice to finally meet you Mr Barshford."

His hand is massive and he grips yours far too firmly. "Welcome to my home. Make sure you treat it with respect and appreciation. And see to my family's needs when required."

"Of course, thank you Mr Barshford."

"This is my wife Mrs Barshford."

Mrs Barshford steps out from behind him smiling meekly. She looks up at her husband, who nods. She steps forwards and offers her hand.

"It's very nice to meet you. Claire has told me many nice things about you."

She has a lovely warming smile, her hair is blonde and wavy like Amy's but she definitely has the same body type as Claire. Her figure fuller and more curvy than Amy and Mirry.

She is wearing a very conservative floral dress that looks like it belongs in the 1950s. Despite the old fashion clothes she looks incredibly young! And definitely has the biggest wrack of the family! They've got to be DDs minimum - you have to put all your concentration into not staring at them.

"After you've taken your cases up to your rooms we'll begin the birthday dinner," says Mr Barshford. "Claire and Amy will share Claire's room, and Jack will stay in Amy's room. Dinner at 6:30pm sharp."

"Ooh, ooh," comes Amy's voice as she bounces down the hallway. "Can I show Jack to his room? I can show him how to open the window and how-"

"Amy!" Begins Mr Barshford, "You are indecent! What are you wearing, we have a guest."

Amy stops mid-bounce. Her shoulders sag. "It's my dance training outfit."

"It's obscene. And you do not answer me back! Go and put a pound in the fine box at once!"

"Dear it is her birthday," Mrs Barshford says rubbing her husbands shoulders.

"That's no excuse to be running around half naked in front of a guest. Now go and pay the fine and put on a proper dress. And Claire, I presume you will you be getting changed for dinner too."

"Yes, of course father."