"Are you ready to replace your Dad as man of the house?" she asks.He stands and takes her hand. She leads him upstairs to the master bedroom. As they ...nter, she turns to him, throws her arms around his neck, and kisses him passionately. Her mouth opens slightly, and her tongue brushes his upper lip. He gets the idea and opens his mouth, and their tongues duel as she crushes her tits into his chest.When she breaks the kiss, she removes her nightgown and whispers breathlessly, "Take your clothes. I could see Suzy smiling as she watched. Although I had worn heels this high before, the constricting nature of the corset required me to take very small steps. Whenever I took a normal step, the binding of the crotch put incredible pressure on my clit. I gasped at the first step and had to fight to keep from losing control. Slowly I became more sure footed. As I walked back and forth across the stage Suzy kept calling out suggestions, or were they commands, on how to strut and "show off the. As Julie and I grew up, her mother, Grandma Francine, indoctrinated us both in Creole ways, but we were more inclined to follow the cultural ways of our Anglo father. I, for one, have not forgotten my Creole heritage, which is why I want my wedding in the Creole fashion. It would also honor my mother's people. Mother could trace her lineage back to Spanish royalty and was quite proud of the fact. The Creole customs are not all that different from what you might know back in Georgia, although. I was virgin at that time, however staying in a boarding school with friends, had given all the required knowledge of sex, and also we had seen many blue films. I clearly knew by those 2 incidents that she wanted me to do something. Even I though of a plan of not to make the first move and enjoy the show till then I wanted her to make the first move.Next day after yoga, she called me in her bathroom saying that the soap is finished and wanted a new one. I went till the bathroom door to give her.