So as Alana, her mother, grandmother and Mrs. Michaels finished up last minutes, they mad small chatter about school, New York and fashion. They serve... dinner and got to know one another pretty well. She found out that she’d be going to the same University as three of the boys, well, Mitchell would be starting this year. Dinner went well and after clearing the table and cleaning, the adults sat in the living room to talk and have a drink, I guess one of the boys would be driving them home. The. Joan had her new dress on and nothing else but shoes. We sat at the bar to wait for our table. We were served corn chips and salsa while we waited. The salsa was very hot and made us sweat. Joan would wipe the sweat from her chest, pulling the scoop neck further down. Sitting on a barstool let Joan discretely flash her bare mound at will. When the bartender took our drink orders, Joan bent over as if to hear him better. He got an eyeful of her tits. There was a dancer with castanets who was. And every time the result was the same...I'd catch my breath, squirm in myseat and begin to blush...furiously...uncontrollably....I felt as though Iwere going to melt. And then he'd continue with the conversation and withina minute or two I'd compose myself.Looking back, I guess I was falling under his control even then.We'd discussed virtually everything in the past, there were no taboos. Allof the (to my mind) shocking, embarrassing fantasies that I harboured,fantasies I'd tried to repress. I'd never felt so feminine and aroused , being in Jill's lingerie had me so horny , the thought of Ken fucking both of us in the same lingerie , I was going to make him forget her . '' Does daddy want to play with Kathy '' he said yes in a quiver , '' Kathy wants to play daddy but not here '' , holding his cock , '' I want to play in Jill's bedroom , please '' , the little sissy coming out in my voice . Turning and heading to her room Ken just far enough behind watching as my hips swayed with.