Visitors?

You wake up groggy to a ringing of the doorbell. You get out of bed and throw on some clothes, you can already here your mom talking downstairs. Making your way downstairs you see two unfamiliar figures at the door talking with your mom. A man in a green sweater with thinning hair and a long nose is holding a baking dish with oven mitts. The one doing most of the talking is beside him; a woman with blonde hair, wide hips, and a fairly ample bosom. She's wearing a pink buttoned shirt . You assume these are your new neighbors. Your dick twitches slightly as you examine your blonde neighbor. You remove the thought of ever spending a night with her in bed from your mind, for obvious reasons; though you would never be opposed to it. Walking down the last few steps you enter the visitors line of sight.

"Hey, hey! There's the one you kept talking about!" The man says with charismatic enthusiasm.

"Hm- Oh! John, these are our new neighbors."

"Hey there sport! My name's Lynn Sr. but you can just call me Mr. Loud!"

"And I'm Rita Loud."

"We brought lasagna!"

"Welcome to our neighborhood!" The couple says this in almost perfect sync, it's as if it was rehearsed several times.

It was right after that where you decided to tune out the talking and find your way to the bathroom. Seeing your mom act so casually after last night, on top of this new lady was not blending well with your morning wood.

"Hey, John. You start school here tomorrow."

"Yeah, what about it."

"You apparently have at least one class with all of their kids... Except for the baby."

"All of their kids?"

"Yup! They have eleven kids. Can you believe that?"

"Did you say eleven?"

"Yup, and ten of them are girls."

"Ten!"

"For real!"

The house next door has ten girls in it. This is starting to look like a really good opportunity. If you have a class with all of them except for the baby, then nine of the ten girls are within the legal zone. A truly splendid opportunity!