Jennifer was stunning. Short, red hair, busty but fit figure, and feisty. Along with quite a few common interests, we hit it off great.
After a several of weeks of flirting and casual dates she invited me to go to the beach for the weekend. It would also double as visiting her mother and sister.
Meeting her family went well. Too well. I have always had a thing for older women and Miranda, her mother, was a knockout. She was taller than Jennifer, had the same red hair, delicious curves, and could wrap a person around her finger in a few moments. I found myself talking easily with her and slipping into flirtation with the same ease that she seemed to.
Her sister Annabeth was the black sheep. Hair dyed black, slim and the same height as Jennifer, pierced, tatted, she gave off fuck off vibes as easily as Jennifer and Miranda oozed subtle charm. I found her easy to joke with and didn’t back down from her rough-housing.