She had never felt like that before, and wondered what the hell had come over her, but remembered how good it felt. Aravaris had no good answer for he...self, especially when her body sent a rush of blood to her insides. She adjusted her gear back into a comfortable and presentable form, and began making her way home, even more befuddled by her decision to sleep in the forest instead of returning to the safety of the walls. Anything could have plucked her out of that tree and gotten away with a. The teenager was wearing underwear for the first time in a week and the white cotton panties felt very soft against her freshly shaven vulva and the absence of her nipple ring seemed to make the tight little tit nub more sensitive.The soft light of candles spread throughout every room illuminated the house with a warm, romantic glow. Trays of cheese, crackers and wine were ready and waiting in the kitchen.Maria waited in her mother's room in nervous anticipation. She hadn't met these women. I started to worry that she had figured out what I'd done and stopped putting her panties in the laundry. By Friday I was sure she thought I was a pervert and she'd tell her mother everything.I came home from work on Friday evening, sure that she'd tell her mother what had happened and she wouldn't be allowed back the following week. I spent all evening worried, trying to think what I would say to deflect the accusations that were bound to come my way. It was when I finally went to bed that I. A moment later, a rather nondescript man, about my age, and two teenage girls walked into the room. Lisa giggled as they walked in."Dressed for the occasion, I see!" She giggled as she looked at the girls, obviously her sisters. Then she remembered her manners."Daddy, this is Patrick. The woman on the couch is his fi... fian... they're going to get married. Her name is Megan. She has been hurt. I'm sorry; I don't know any of the other's names." Suddenly, she couldn't hold back her excitement.