” I commanded. “But I can’t move my hands!” She reminded me.“I know that!”, I shouted. “Use your teeth! And don’t bite me!”She began...biting my pant legs on either side of my crotch in alternating attempts to pull my pants down. It was awkward but was getting the job done. However, my cock was caught in the waistband and the rubbing was getting uncomfortable. Finally she bit onto a section of pants and dragged her face all of the way to the floor and my cock popped free. She looked up and. He jumped at the chance. Quietly, so as not to scare her off.They went down the stairs at a comfortable distance. Not too far, not too close. Mary looked at me."You sure shook her up." Yeah, I guess so. She needed a little push." You're probably right. If it had been anyone but Chris, I'd say you went too far. But he's cared for her since they first met."Jill squeezed my arm, burying her face further into me."I think you did good."I kissed the top of her head.Mom was still leaning on John's. My family had always been nudist as far as I could remember however we often wore underwear so we werent constantly nude like some nudists do. It was a happy medium for the situation. A few days after my birthday my mother and father called all of us into the living room to talk to us about something serioous that got us all wondering what we had done however none of us expected what was about to happen.We were all gathered and sitting together and my father began talking to us about being. “But was it?” his father raised an eyebrow. John realised, not for the first time, how perceptive he was.“No Dad, it wasn’t.” He went on to describe the invitations and apologies, all choreographed by Carol, and finally the evening with Jessica.“Got to admire her,” his dad said, sitting back with a gentle smile. John nodded, but his brow was furrowed.“I just find her response when she thought I was guilty, vicious and violent. I mean not even letting me know what I was guilty of?”His father was.