Yes: No Longer A Brother Figure…

Annette is soaping her hair with a shampoo that smells like lavender and vanilla, sees you standing there undressed, mouth open in shock, and just smiles at you. “I thought it was best to get this out of the way immediately before the other girls could pounce. Are you going to help me ‘conserve water’, or just stand there like an idiot letting the floor get wet?” Annette asks and you get in the shower post haste, closing the door behind you.

Annette’s chubby folds and legendary tits and ass are on full display as she hands you the soap. She’s the kind of young woman that would make renaissance painters cry tears of joy to have as a model, so full of life, so vibrant, endowed with such ‘vast-tracts-of-land’, you can't help thinking that a man can really roll-around on a woman like that! “I need help with all those hard-to-reach places John, can you wash my back and stuff for me? I don't mind if you get a bit, ‘forward’, with me, we’ve seen each other naked swimming by the docks a hundred times when we were little kids…” Annette says, her fingers lingering on yours a bit more than they strictly need to in passing the soap…