Just like tennis.” The doorbell rang at three minutes before seven that Friday night. Cary was in the kitchen making up some light hors d’oeuvres,...so I answered the bell. I had to admit I was a little anxious about meeting him. It gave me a bit of a twist in my gut to realize he would probably be naked with my Cary later in the evening. The real shock came when I opened the door. “Hello,” she said, her voice like a medium range golden bell. “You must be Kevin. I’m Andrea, Drew’s fiancée.” She. The other hand trailed down my stomach to my snatch. My wet, dripping, attention-seeking snatch.He shoved one finger in my channel without any warning. I gasped out loud not expecting that. My hands moved to his shoulders for support.“Look at me,” he ordered. I didn't make a move. This in return made him tighten his hold on my neck just enough to warn, but not enough to hurt.“I said look at me,” he demanded again.I finally willed myself to look at him to see him already looking straight into my. I really don’t. You’re the first guy to see me naked, well, almost naked, so it’s kind of making me tingle down there, if you know what I mean. Before you go, Dad, could you kiss my tits? I’d rather you actually sucked on them but there isn’t much there. Can you just give each nipple a kiss goodnight, Dad? Please?” “I really shouldn’t, Beth, but they do look really kissable.” With that, my dad bent back down and gave each nipple a little suck and a kiss. It sent a jolt right down to my. The past is the past and you can’t change it; and wallowing in guilt does no one any good.”“I have some very deep regrets. They wash over me from time to time and if I seem melancholy ... that’s why.”“Do they have to do with your parents?”She turned to look at him. “What do you know about them? What has Roger told you?”“He told me they both passed before you could have a reconciliation.”“That’s true. I don’t think my father desired reconciliation.”“Roger told me they bought the bungalow for.