I made up several excuses, very reasonable; yet to do this and that, I was parading back and forth in front of my father with just a buttoned up shirt... no panties. And every time I passed him, a new button would be undone. First the top one, then the lowest, then second from the lowest, with my pert nipples poking at the thin cotton, and my blond fuzz making haphazard appearances as I strolled past.”“Did he notice you were doing a slow strip tease?”“OH! Yeah! Did he ever! And he had to. “Which are you, Domme or sub?”I had never thought of myself as being either. Our shared love was always equal in my opinion. But I wanted to discover if at all I had tendencies either way, and surely these two where the ones to show me.She moved towards me. There was a look upon her masked face that seemed to be different than I had ever seen before. That mask did more than hide her beautiful features; it also masked her personality, opening up to something else I had never realised. She held. ‘But you wanted to know, and this is the easiest way for you to understand.’Matt unbuckled his belt and began to pull down his fly. His daughter didn’t protest whatsoever, but watched his fly with fascination. And so he pulled it down and dropped his pants, and then dropped his boxers. His cock sprang up like a jack in the box, huge, red, and hard a iron.Tasha moved closer to see.‘It’s huge!’ She expostulated. Apparently the view wasn’t good enough already, because she sank to her knees and. “Good morning to you, sir.” Jeryl let me go and then reached outside the door to grab her two small bags. Jordan laughed at us and came on into the room.“Nice digs, Paul. I’m surprised my sister didn’t try to get Mom and dad to let her stay down here last night.” The room was a pretty typical Holiday Inn: king-sized bed, a chair and desk and then a reading chair.“Like either of our mothers would allow that,” I said.“I can always dream,” Jeryl said as she started undoing the buttons on her.