I was confused, I had spelt out my objections and still she came. ‘You are not that old and, as for beauty, yours is on the inside, you care for peo...le. You didn’t have to help me tonight, you could just as easy have left me at a hotel to fend for myself, but you didn’t.’ Again the kiss, this time slower, softer, and it curled my toes. It was around then, when I touched her, that I realised that she was naked. I felt overdressed in my PJ’s, but it seemed as if she was going to remedy that. After a minute, she felt him fumbling with her waistband at the front. His hand trailed around to her right side, tickling her belly as it went. Then he switched hands. This time he found the zipper of her jeans on her left side. He pulled it down. This pair of jeans was tight enough on her legs that unzipping them wasn’t going to make them fall. She could have removed them easily enough, but the present position was too enjoyable.She did, though, push the waist down a bit, the panties along. "I looked him in the eye. "You're serious, aren't you." About not being home for ten years? Sure." Not that. About dating your mother." Uh huh. He wanted to talk to me first because I'm the oldest. I told him it was up to Mom but he said he was still going to make sure it was OK with Mary. I thought it was pretty nice of him." It's sure different. Most people could care less what the kids think." I know. And then they wonder why the kids don't want to have anything to do with them later." I see. “Oh my God,” she thought, “surely not; not my parents who had never acknowledged since she was capable of knowing about such things that they indulged in such rude activities; not my prudish parents who to her knowledge only ever readied themselves for bed and sleep with lights out; not my parents who never ever got around to explaining the mechanism of how she had been conceived.” The bedroom door was slightly open and with her curiosity at fever-pitch she crept forward to stealthily position.