After draining a full glass of water, I looked out the window, and I happened to see my lovely daughter Stacie coming home after riding her bike from ...er friends' house. She had gotten off her shiny new pink bike, one that I bought for her last birthday, and was walking it into the side garage. Not for the first time I found myself staring at my nubile daughter. She had developed really nicely over the years, and the tight pink shirt that she was wearing really helped accentuate her developing. Around 7 pm, we went back to the hotel, and planned to go out for dinner with our guest. Nes put on her favourite Abaya (Arabic long black dress) and best garments, and as always, she was radiant and full of life. I was wearing a black classic suit and had that ever-lasting smile in my face. The prince was waiting for us in the lobby; he was wearing a Calvin Klein suit and looked like a movie star! He invited us for a drink in a cozy bar in the hotel. We sat down in a private corner with dimmed. “What are you laughing at?” my dad said.“I think you called Mama’s bluff, so I think you might have to force her to be naked.”“Is that so?” With a nervous laugh she said, “Yes, because they are OUR friends, they might not like it.”“We could give them a heads up when they come over and see who shows up.”“Ok then, I guess.”“Hey Pa, we were also at the swimming hole naked too and a lot of my students were there. They took a liking to Mama.”“Is that so?” He said as I saw him adjust himself. It was. All her had on now were boxers, her panicked mind registered this thought, but for some reason a warm sensation was beginning to unravel in her belly. She tensed as her approached and covered her body with his. ‘Relax love,’ he murmured. She was about to reply with a sarcastic comment but he chose that moment to kiss her. It was a conqueror’s kiss, he claimed her mouth with his, his tongue ruthlessly exploring her mouth. Heat exploded in her belly, she moaned into his mouth helplessly. She felt.