As I think back on my time as a math tutor the weekend gathering with Tiffany and her misfit friends was a memory that would last a lifetime. A couple weeks later, I saw an incoming call from a number that I didn't recognize. I was tempted to ignore it, but on a whim I answered.
"Hello," I began in a deep business-like voice.
"Oh, hi Tom, are you busy? I can call back," came the sweet melodious reply in a compelling French accent. Just hearing her voice had me instantly aroused.
"Hi Annabelle, I didn't recognize your number so I was preparing myself to cut the call short," I chuckled, "what can I do for you?"
"Umm, uhh, soon we will be going back to France and my parents would like to meet you before we leave. Would you be able to join us on Saturday evening?"
I smiled to myself at the endearing little stutter that many French people seem to have as they remind themselves to speak English. I quickly checked my calendar and eagerly replied, "I'd love to come, Is there anything that I can bring?"
"No, nooo. My mother, Angeline, loves to entertain and she will take care of everything," assured Annabelle. "Will Tiffany and Heather be around?"
"I'll check with them, but I think so."
"They are invited as well. I'd love to see them again," she chirped excitedly.
As the call ended, I thought about the previous party with the misfits and my role in helping Annabelle to now share a bed with her parents. My arousal grew at the thought of having another opportunity to sexually explore her elegant young body.
Tiffany came out of our room wearing a light floral summer dress. "Are you going out?"
"I need to buy a few more things before I leave for California," she began with her sad eyes and smiling lips conveying her mixed emotions about leaving, "and who was on the phone," she giggled while staring at my erection.
I was about to respond when Tiffany interrupted, "Wait! Let me guess. Was it Annabelle?"
My cock twitched at the mention of her name. "What can I say, she is a very sexy young woman," I chuckled.
Tiffany laughed and moved closer. She wrapped the strong slender fingers of her right hand around my cock and stroked it slowly. "Are you going to see her again?"
"Yes, we're invited for dinner on Saturday," I replied as my body trembled from her talented touch.
"She invited me?" asked Tiffany excitedly.
"Yes, her parents want to meet you, me and Heather before the family returns to France."
Tiffany stepped back and slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. The dress floated off of her body and pooled at her feet. Now naked she turned away from me, spread her legs and bent at the waist to pick up the dress. I stepped forward and caressed her ass and pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. Tiffany stood up, took my hand and led me back to our bed.
Saturday morning was the start of a beautiful sunny summer day. The bright blue sky showed through the leaves hanging high on untouchable branches that moved with the gentle cooling breeze. I pondered how much Nicole would have loved this day and vowed to honor her by making the most of it.
I sat up in bed and looked to my left at Tiffany and to my right at Heather. "Good morning, ladies," I greeted them with a whisper. Both Tiffany and Heather were naked with their upper torsos exposed above the satin sheets. Heather's blonde hair was splayed on the pillows supporting her head. Tiffany's dark brown hair was similarly framing her face. All four of their firm young breasts were highlighted by the early morning sun. Their nipples hardened with the cooling breeze from a partially open window. I was tempted to stay in bed and fuck them both again but opted to ask, "Who will join me for a run?"
"Sure, I'll come," yawned Tiffany.
"Me too, if you'll make breakfast when we get back," added Heather.
"Hmmmmm, I always make breakfast," I reminded her.
"I know," she laughed. "I just don't want you making any big changes."
I donned my typical running garb of spandex, to corral my cock, covered by loose fitting shorts and a sleeveless tank top. The girls went with tight fitting shorts and matching tops. Their outfits left little to the imagination. We laced up our shoes and headed out for a five-mile run. The girls ran ahead of me and I easily kept up with their leisurely pace.
"This is a gorgeous day!" exclaimed Heather.
"It is beautiful. Why do you think that I suggested a run?" I smiled
"Because you like staring at our asses," giggled Tiffany.
She wasn't wrong. It's fascinating to me how every woman's ass seems to have a unique movement. Tiffany's ass twitches like a metronome while Heather's seems to flow in a graceful figure-eight pattern.
As we approached the end of our run, we slowed to a slow walk. Tiffany dropped back and wrapped her arm around my waist. "You know what's the best part of a run with you?" she smiled.
"Ummm, bumping your hip against my thigh while grabbing my ass?" I laughed.
"Nooo, silly It's the shower. I love when you wash my hair!"
"So, you don't like grabbing my ass?"
"Oh, I like that too!" she quipped.
As soon as we entered the house, we all stripped, tossed our clothes in the washer and headed for the shower. "Are you excited about seeing Annabelle and meeting her parents?" asked Heather.
The thought of Annabelle caused my cock to jump and both girls laughed. "Is this a regular dinner party or a sex-swap orgy?" asked Heather.
"Tiffany, you know Annabelle better than we do, what do you think?" I added.
"Well, they are French, and from what I know the French love to fuck," smiled Tiffany.
"So, that means you'd better save up your energy for fucking Annabelle and her mom," giggled Heather.
"Does that mean that you two will be getting shagged by her father?" I asked with a smile.
"Oh shoot! Now I'm nervous. I never thought about that," replied Tiffany as she screwed up her face and slowly shook her head.
"Does anybody say 'shagged' anymore?" teased Heather
We entered the shower and quickly rinsed off. Then I focused on washing Tiffany's hair. While I applied the shampoo and subsequently the conditioner, Heather dropped down, lathered my cock and balls, rinsed them and then teased me with incessant sucking.
Soon I was done with Tiffany's hair and I turned my attention to Heather. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and said, "Do my hair Daddy."
Heather and I had showered enough together that I managed to shampoo her hair while I was simultaneously fucking her sweet smiling face.
"Next time I want you to wash my hair like that," giggled Tiffany.
After the shower we dried off, remained naked and teased each other throughout the day. When the time came to dress for our visit, with Annabelle and her parents, we were all highly aroused.
I dressed casually in a golf shirt, boxers, shorts and boat shoes. The girls went braless with light summer dresses, lacy thong panties and sandals with three-inch heels.
"Are you sure you don't want some spandex shorts Dad?" began Heather, "as soon as you see Annabelle, you're going to announce your arousal to the world."
"Like that," laughed Tiffany as she pointed at my tented shorts that resulted from Heather simply mentioning Annabelle's name. "Do I need to give you a blow-job to calm you down before we go?"
"Ladies!" I scowled, "if you are correct about this evening then I need to save myself for Annabelle and her mother," I joked.
We drove to the address that Annabelle had provided and were surprised at the gated entrance. We pulled up and the gates began to open as we heard a male voice say, "Welcome Tom, come up the drive and park near the front door."
"Can you believe this house," gasped Tiffany as I drove slowly up the winding cobblestone driveway and we caught glimpses of a mansion.
"He's here on business, so I imagine that his company rented this for him," I suggested while questioning my own words.
Before I could pull the car to a stop, the front door of the house opened and Annabelle was a blur as she came bouncing down the steps to greet us.
"Thank you all for coming!" she smiled embracing Tiffany and kissing her softly on the lips. She repeated the greeting with Heather and finally with me.
"It's good to see you again," I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her and groped her ass through the thin cotton of her light floral dress.
"Mmmmmm, hold that thought," she giggled, "come meet Mama and Papa," she urged as she took my hand and danced up the steps and into the entry hall.
"Hi Tom, I'm Jean Luc and this is my wife, Angeline."
Jean Luc is a tall slender aristocratic looking man. Angeline seems younger almost too young to be Annabelle's mother. She is equally beautiful with the same shimmering light brown hair and electric blue eyes.
I shook Jean Luc's hand and moved toward Angeline, "It's wonderful to meet both of you. Thank you for inviting us."
I reached out my hand to Angeline but she ignored it and stepped closer. We embraced and my hands caressed her back. She pressed her large pillowy unfettered breasts into my chest. "You are as handsome as Annabelle described. I hope that this hug will lead to more intimate activities soon," she winked.
I was a bit surprised and also excited by Angeline's brazenly sexual advances.
Jean Luc stepped behind his wife and unzipped her dress down the length of her spine. She stepped back just enough to shrug the dress off of her shoulders and allow it to drop to the floor.
