I took my time with dinner. I wanted to tease him to the point of near pain. Then when he fucked me it would be intense. Besides, making my Dad hard a... a rock in a public restaurant was kind of a turn on.The ride home was intense. We were in our home town and he didn't dare touch me or say anything. I kept grinning at him and made sure my thigh rubbed his.When we got home my mom was already asleep. Likely she had taken one of her migraine pills and passed out. I walked upstairs to my bedroom. A few weeks went by, I was on a night out and was talking to a girl in a Nightclub. Anna came rushing over and gave me a hug. The Girl I was talking to went back to talk to her friends. “Oh sorry! Were you chatting her up?” she said, pretending to be unaware, but flirting with me shamelessly. She was clearly a bit drunk, tottering around on high heels, wearing a short black dress showing more than a glimpse of her capacious 36D chest. Due to how loud the music was we were talking into each. Stu and I were doomed from the start. We were in lust, not in love. We were two frightened teenagers taking responsibility for a night of fumbling passion in the back seat of his dad's 71 Camaro. Neither of us had the slightest idea of what a marriage entailed, nor were we ready for such a step. Given the facts, it was sort of amazing we lasted six months.Here I was, living with my parents, who made the best effort they could to support their daughter and her thank-god-not-born-out-of-wedlock. " We hit a few more pubs before we agreed to call it a night. We lived furthest away but our single friend said, "there's room at mine if you want to stay over," so we agreed and took a taxi back to his. My wife carried on teasing him on the way back.We had just stepped in the door, and he was pouring the Jack Daniels. We drank for thirty minutes or so before my friend said, "I'm wiped out, so I'm going to shower and hit the hay." He pointed to our room, then we returned to our drinks. My.