Waiting for her date to pick her up, Melanie Gage was sitting in the living room with her mother and father. There was a heavy silence in the room as all three of them were immersed in their own private thoughts. Martin Gage, Melanie's father, was thinking about the new sales campaign he was going to put into operation at his store, but Melanie's thoughts were on her boy friend, Dean Palmer.

Melanie was a lovely girl of eighteen with bright blue eyes, long brown hair and a pair of tits as large as her beautiful big-breasted mother's. The one thing that mother and daughter had in common was beauty and big tits. Thinking about Dean, her boy friend, Melanie was wondering if he would try to fuck her again tonight. Her parents had only allowed her to start dating a couple of months ago, and at first Dean had made no sexual advances toward her, but lately he was getting more and more aggressive, letting the girl know that he expected her to sooner or later put out for him.

Having been screwed by two of the neighborhood guys, Melanie had found the experience a bit unpleasant and wasn't particularly anxious to start an affair with Dean. She was quite worried about it because she was very fond of the big blond boy and didn't want to lose him to some hot-cunted chippie. AS much as she enjoyed being with Dean, she wasn't looking forward to that nightly struggle in the boy's parked car.

Anne Gage, the girl's beautiful dark haired mother was also in deep thought. She'd received a very disturbing phone call today from Michael Lockhart, a man who'd been her lover before she married Melanie's father over eighteen years ago. She'd had a torrid romance with the handsome man the summer after graduating from high school. Michael had popped her cherry on their second date, and the two of them had fucked morning, noon and night until he'd been drafted into the army.