<em>"Yes, it is this color naturally. I know, I get a lot of questions about that. I guess it's just good genetics...rather like you, I might add. Your hair is simply gorgeous. I must admit I've always had a thing for blondes,"</em><br/><br/>“I get that a lot.” Emily managed to say with<strong>something</strong>of a straight face. She was new to the whole flirting thing and while she understood the general idea of it, the specifics were always the trickiest parts. She seemed to have managed at least a reasonable hit with that remark though since the woman smiled and might even have given the slightest of nods of her head. She might not have to, but Em decided that she had and that made her feel even more emboldened.<br/><br/><em>"You also have a very nice figure. I'm assuming you do some type of sport or exercise?" </em><br/><br/>If she hadn’t been so emboldened, she wouldn’t have have the guts to say what she said next. “My sister and I have just discovered the joys of sex actually. She caught me wanking yesterday. It led to the most wonderful sex session between the two of us but we had to cut it short because it was time for dinner. That too was cut short because mum found some of Scarlet’s cum on my earlobe. Mum taught us not to waste any in the future and I’m striving to always do what she says. So yes, in answer to your question, I do do exercise.”<br/><br/>She could see that Charlie wasn’t expecting<strong>quite</strong>such a display of absolute honesty but she was rolling with the punches as it were and she did have the most enormous cock hidden in her pants by the looks of it and some gorgeous boobs too.<br/><br/>“Cream and sugar in your coffee, Charlie?” she give her best cutesy eyebrow flash. Changing the subject was always fun and besides, mum would be in in a minute and if she wanted to talk business with Charlie she might have to skedaddle out of there. She rather hoped not. Maybe offering the woman a blow job would be just the thing? Or maybe it would be too much?<br/><br/>—<br/><br/><em>"Yep, right up in my room. Come on, I'll show you the way,"</em><br/><br/>‘Show’ meant yank. Or almost anyway. Peach popped another bubble and followed up the stairs after the dark skinned girl. She seemed to be wiggling her ass at her all the way up by the looks of it. That was interesting…. Aunt Charlie was always riding his ass to make friends with people. Maybe now was a good time to make a friend? The girl - Scarlet - certainly seemed friendly.<br/><br/>The room was your typical bomb-damage teenager room. It almost made Peach feel at home. Almost. Scarlet jumped on the bed and started to rummage around in a drawer. She tossed out several t-shirts as well as the odd pair of panties and some sports bras. Peach grabbed the nearest one of those and just rubbed it in his hand for a moment. He couldn’t exactly say why he had, but he wanted to.<br/><br/><em>"Here we go. There's an outlet right over here,"</em><br/><br/>The charger waggled. There was an outlet next to Peach too, but Scarlet seemed to want him to use the one over the other side of the bed. So she wanted to get him on the bed did she? Very friendly.<br/><br/>“You tossed this out.” He said, handing her back the sports bra. He picked up a couple of pairs of panties too and the nearest t-shirt.<br/><br/>“Sorry I didn’t mean to say ‘tossed’. It sounds rude doesn’t it. ‘Tossed’.” Despite saying she didn’t mean to say it, Peach said it twice in one sentence. “Aunt Charlie says I have a foul mouth when I put my mind to it. Perhaps she’s right? You seem like the sort who could take it though. Am I right? Eh?” She leaned over - far over - from her perch in the middle of the bed. She had the physique to manage such a stretch though. She plugged in her phone and laid it on the top of a shelf. “Don’t let me forget that. I’d be toast without my phone.”