"This is good," she commented."Lisa talked us into getting a selection of fancy teas and coffees; we have a small selection of coffee makers and such ...ike; it's gone well," her father said, then cleared his throat, "Belinda ... I ... I'm sorry ... I..." he trailed off and looked down at the mug in his hands on his lap.She put down her mug and moved across the room and knelt by him, took his drink and placed it on the table, then took his hands."I'm sorry I ran away. I just ... I couldn't face. She couldn’t take her eyes off you the other night. Jackie mentioned you went out to dinner with her.” He gulped down some more wine and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I had no idea you were into girls.”My heartbeat quickened. “I’m not. It was just dinner.”He pulled out his wallet and left a generous amount of bills on the table—at least he was a good tipper. He yanked on his jacket. “Let’s get out of here. It’s fucking boiling with all these shits here.”I followed him out, furious. I knew some of my hose was stretched a bit much. And one black pair is not even my size. You bought those for yourself, didn't you?" Yeah," I replied and then I confessed everything to her, the whole life of lingerie wearing. She got so turned on it shocked me."Idiot," she said in a reprimanding tone. "You should have told me four years ago. What things we could have done! Now I think its time to punish you."We had a few dildos, which I had only used on her. But now it was my turn. She told we. Are you interested in technique, lifestyle, emotions, relationships, variations, types, location, physiology, kinkiness, toys, shows, clubs, or what?”Joan whispered, “All of it, and what you think about it. I don’t know what questions to ask, and I’m not even sure whether this is the right subject, but for now it might be.”Alice threw her head back and laughed. The reaction made Joan blush even more. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but we could be here for days if we talked that much about MY favorite.