She was fairly tall, probably about five foot nine, with flowing, shoulder length, copper hair. She had an infectious smile and gave Al a nice hug and...a peck on the cheek. Al introduced her to everyone, then ordered her a coffee with cream and sugar.Al started, “In order to save you some time, Charlene, my friends are interested in buying some acreage to build a home on. A minimum of 10 to 15 acres if not more, and not too far away from, as they put it, civilization. The other day when we were. Then, remembering her place, she dipped her head and dared not lift her eyes. He went to her. He gently lifted her head, and waited for her to raise her eyes before He said, “I am both upset and glad you are here. You forgot something, didn’t you?” she lowered her eyes in reply. Instantly, she knew what it was that she had forgotten. Embarrassment heated her body. “you failed to ask for permission … failed to speak to Me regarding your plans .. Hmm?” she nodded slowly, regret filling her heart.. Our mother handled herself somewhat better, but she'd been dreaming of being my slave, while my father had merely dreamed of fucking me. Mom was burdened with guilt less than she was saddled with desire. She didn't shower me with attention, but Mom was certainly focused on me, sitting close and watching me as Jim and I carried the main course of our dinner conversation.I wondered if their fantasies had ever extended to my brother. I had a hard time imagining Dad sexually interested in James,. I then whispered into his ear the invitation I had just received. He raised his eyebrows a little. Hubby knew I was having a little too much fun, but he went with it. We just sat at the table and listened to the set, our hands intertwined together. I felt some trepidation, but I looked over at hubby from time to time. It was reassuring. The band had the place jumping again, but we just sat back and took it in. The band members must have been talking because all six of them looked right at me.