Time to meet Rachel's folks

"Did that live up to your fantasy, John?" Rachel purrs contentedly after she finally relinquishes her lip lock of your spent member, allowing it to rest against your stomach.

"Definitely". You reply softly, leaning forward and plant a quick kiss on the top of her head. "So then, how did your first time with a guy at Lover's Lane compare to how you thought it would be?" You ask with a loving smile.

"Better than I ever imagined". The busty brunette answers, favouring you with another of her brilliant little smiles, before it turned whimsical. "I kinda wish that I met you when we were growing up and got together sooner. 

You take her hand in yours, and squeeze it gently. "Honey, I'm just glad that we are together. I'm thankful everyday for the gas leak at the gym". 

"Me too, John." Your girlfriend replies happily. After a short while she breaks eye contact with you, and turns her gaze to the windscreen. Following her gaze you chuckle softly at the shade of crimson her cheeks have turned to, and the rather sheepish expression on her lovely face. "Erm, John...."

"Yeah, I know. I did say that we will 'worry about it later'". You remind her, gazing at the mess on the inside of the windshield. The majority of Rachel's jizz has stuck to the glass, although a few drops of her cum shot are slowly trickling the glass. "That really is quite impressive, managing to hit the rear view mirror, honey! It must have been one hell of a cum shot!" 

"When it's my sexy stud fucking my ass what do you expect?" The busty brunette purrs happily, before reaching into the pocket of her jacket, and popping a breath mint into her mouth. "I think we better get going, John. We don't want to be late". 

"Sure. Lead the way". You say, nodding in agreement. 

"Are you actually going to be able to see through the windscreen? I did make quite a mess". Rachel asks while reaching for her skirt and panties, which are lying discarded on the car pedals.

"There should be a cloth in the glove compartment. Could you get it for me, please?" You reply while getting dressed.

"Here you go". Rachel says, passing you the cloth, and watches intently as you begin to clean the rearview mirror. "Say, John. As I made the mess it would only be fair that I give the car a clean".

The suggestive tone in her voice causes you to pause from the task at hand. "You want to wash my car?" You ask. Amusement, affection and disbelief are in your voice in equal measure. 

"Well it would be a special car wash, stud!" Rachel purrs from the passenger seat, the naughty glint in her eyes promise all sorts of shenanigans. 

"Would you be wearing a wet t-shirt and a pair of teeny tiny shorts?" You ask with a wide smile.

"I think that I can come up with something more original than that!" Rachel replies with a lewd wink, and a toothy grin. She glances at the watch on her wrist. "Come on John. My folks will soon be wondering where we are..."

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"Alright, we are here. My parent's house is the one with the dark blue door". Your passenger announces as you park the car.

The neighborhood looks clean, tidy and well looked after. Rows of white picket fence decorate the lawns, and a variety mid range cars litter the drive ways of well maintained looking houses. In the drive way of the house that Rachel pointed out a dark blue SUV sparkles in the sunshine.

"That's dad's pride and joy". Rachel says, indicating to the behemoth. "Dad gets rather anxious when people get near it. Just ask the kid who threw eggs at it a few years ago on Halloween!"

"What did your father do?" You ask with a smile, certain that you would enjoy her father's reaction. 

"Other than chase the kid with a lump of wood with a nail in it, not a lot!" Rachel replies with a giggle. "Dad hasn't had any problems since amazingly enough!"

"Can't imagine why!" You deadpan, which only causes her giggles to intensify. "Are you ready, Rachel?"

The gorgeous brunette takes a deep breath to calm her nerves, and gives you a little nod. The pair of you open your respective car doors, and make your way to the trunk of the vehicle. With a press of a button on your car key the trunk opens, and you grab your overnight bag, while Rachel retrieves a small suitcase, and a large bouquet of flowers.

"Whatever happens this weekend I just want you to know that I love you, John".

"I know". You deadpan, before breaking into a loving smile. "Come on, let's get this over with!" You add with an exaggerated sigh as you slam the boot shut.

After taking the short walk along the paved tiles to the front door, Rachel rings the door bell. A few moments pass before the door is opened by a glamorous woman in her late forties, possibly early fifties. The resemblance to your girlfriend is unmistakable.

"Mum!" Is the only word Rachel is able to say, confirming your suspicions, before the elder woman wraps her into a hug.

"Rachel, sweetie. It's been far too long since you've been home!" Rachel's mother says, releasing her grip of her daughter. "Harvey! Amy! They are here!" She yells into the house, before turning her attention to you. "Hello, John". She says warmly

"Hello, ma'am. Nice to meet you......" You begin.

"Please, call me Sarah....." Rachel's mother requests.

"And call me Harvey!" A warm, yet powerful voice calls from the hallway. A tall, broad male in his early fifties comes to the door, and stands next to his wife. With the exception of the odd strands of grey around his temples his short hair is jet black, and immaculately combed. From the way he carries himself you know that he could handle himself in a fight. A telltale scar on his right cheek suggests a close shave, be it a scrap on an incident while fighting a fire. Laughter lines frame kind, warm eyes which contain a hint of mischief, just   like his daughter.

"Hi, Dad!" Rachel says enthusiastically before launching herself into a hug with her father, which is reciprocated by him just as enthusiastically.

"Hi, Sweetheart. How are you?" Harvey asks his daughter, and kisses her on top of her head once their hug has run it's course

"Yeah, I'm great dad. Never been better". Rachel replies with a broad smile, glancing in your direction. 

You feel the Station Chief turn his gaze onto you. "Hello, Sir. Pleasure to meet you". You say, while offering him your hand.

"I told you, son. Call me Harvey!" Rachel's father reminds you, as he takes your hand into his and shakes it firmly. "They say that you can tell a lot about a man by his handshake". He muses thoughtfully. "I guess that there is a lot to like about you then!"

"Well, thank you". You reply, having released the breath you didn't know you were holding. "These flowers are for you, Sarah, as thanks for putting us up for the night". You continue, offering the bouquet to Rachel's mother.

"Thank you. They are lovely". She says gratefully. "I'll put these in a vase in a minute". 

"Where's the birthday girl, mum?" Rachel asks, glancing sideways to give you an encouraging smile.

"Right here, sis!" A voice calls from the hallway, and the front door opens wider to bring Rachel's sister into view. 

If it weren't for the fact that Amy's dark hair lacks the red highlights that Rachel's has you would swear that the sisters look pretty much identical, despite the difference in age. Amy shares Rachel's curvy body and has a pair of huge breasts that rivals her elder sister's own immense chest.

"Hi, Amy! Happy birthday". Rachel says as her teenaged sister wraps her arms around her body. From your position you can see both girls' large breasts press up against each other, and the display causes your member to swell slightly in your trousers which you readjust to prevent Rachel's parents from seeing an untimely boner. 

"I love your hair, Rachel!" Amy remarks once the hug ends. "Maybe I should get mine done like that".

"I don't think that's a good idea, sis". Your girlfriend replies, and turns her gaze onto you with an amused smile on her lovely face. "Poor John, would have a hard time telling us apart!"

"No doubt!" Amy quips, flashing you a smile which mirrors her sister.

"That reminds me, John has a bottle of champagne for your first drink, Amy". Rachel announces while you fish the bottle out of your bag and hand it to Amy.

"Well first 'legal' drink anyway". Amy quips, turning the bottle around to show the label to her father. "Thank you, John".

"It's a great vintage, Amy. You will enjoy that". Harvey comments, before pausing to regard his youngest daughter. "Now what's this about this being your 'first legal drink' young lady....?"