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Much of it was, as is inevitable for most of us, around his gut, though being a little taller than me probably helped disperse the mass more. His head was shaved, with the top now being slightly sunburnt, which I later noticed with him sitting down. I suppose I wouldn’t outright call his facial features unattractive, but neither were they something whatsoever that made up his otherwise heavyset, middle aged appearance. The Maserati parked outside, as well as other more or less obvious hints which big the more and more vexing fellow didn’t seem able to keep to himself, made me realize that the only possible explanation for this relationship was that my sister was a gold digger. Maybe she had gone from being a model and tits personal trainer, to a full-time girlfriend for monetary benefits. I dared not ask whether she still occupied her former professions. Perhaps it was his way of establishing that he was the foremost individual under that roof, or it was just his mannerism, but it seemed important that I, for example, knew that it was not Eric’s choice to spend time at my parent’s summer cottage. He would rather have preferred some exotic resorts, but when the jewel of his eye (i.e. my sister) made it abundantly bbw clear that she much preferred this location, with her fond childhood memories of it, then what was he supposed to do? The asshole had the indecency to suggest to me, mano-a-mano I suppose he figured, that she’d better find ways of making it up to him – if I knew what he meant – wink wink. For me that was more than crossing the line of how one ought to behave having just met each other, but more than that he touched a nerve. I had always, ever since being a young adult and seeing my sister blossom into a striking teenage beauty, had a thing for her, and thus seeing her with this charmer was more than a little upsetting. I quickly learned that granny Eric, as he considered himself a man of much import, was a prominent (in his own words more or less) plastic surgeon. I couldn’t help but notice and speculate on whether or not this man had augmented Sandra’s body as well. I wouldn’t, of course, presume to ask her or inquire about it, but it seemed to me that my sister’s bosom, which I had always deemed not large per se but rather in good proportion to the rest of her toned body, now seemed to be out of proportion. Had I earlier imagined she was a firm B-cup, she would now most probably be a D in bra size. As time went by, I became certain of it; my sister had enlarged her bosom – even though she had been more than appealing across the chest before. Almost forgotten during this whole initial meet and greet, and the time that followed after I had showered and gotten to know, or should I say loathe, this outspoken individual (Eric), there was also his son Jonas. Considering how Sandra and Eric were engaged, but not yet married, I suppose the boy wasn’t technically my sister’s stepson, though he would be if they tied the knot. Sort of the opposite of his bothersome dad, he was a shy kid of few words. His hair was some shade between blonde and brown, and it reached down to his eyebrows. His skin was pale and spotless. His wrists like brittle branches. Judging by his small stature, and noticeably skinny body, I would have guessed he was around twelve, but apparently he would be turning fifteen in December. At first, I thought they were kidding me around. How could he be about to turn fifteen later in mature the year? But the others gave no indication of it being a hoax. Really? They continued with what they were doing and didn’t appear to have noticed my confusion. It dawned on me that they weren’t joking. I had no real experience with children, but I surmised that it was a good thing I hadn’t explicitly asked if he was twelve, since I could image it being a sore subject had I gotten it so significantly wrong. While Sandra was scurrying here and there getting things in order after their arrival, us others watched soccer. Me and Jonas on the couch, while Eric resided in the barcalounger. He probably thought he had the best seat, whereas I actually didn’t prefer the too soft armchair. Judging by his incessant commenting, Eric knew exactly how everyone was supposed to play the game – and Russia handily outplaying Egypt didn’t impress him much. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had various oils and lotions and candles burning in her bedroom. Eventually I glanced at the door and saw that Matt was no longer watching which was a bit disappointing but not unexpected. She made me so wet. “Ooh, yes, yes, that's good.” She was a very slim girl, only about 5 feet tall and barely 100 pounds. When Donna comes, she often squirts, and this was one of those times. Putting in the earpiece Penny heard Julie say “Good Morning slut.” Did mature you like the picture?" "Ahoy, the center," I called out as I climbed the stairs to the big second story balcony. Be my guess.” she gets up as he tits lays on the bed with his dick standing up. Oh, Henry, I wish you were here to see bbw this!” I mean Mike . . . I removed her bra granny and continued with it. Kissing the inside of her thigh and worked my way up to her sweet spot, licking her pussy upon reaching it.