I could, however see how her beautiful young tits were straining against the soft cotten fabric, nipples totally erect."Can I help you get to sleep, D...ddy?" she asked demurely. She bent her left leg and arched her left foot, toes pointing as they touched the floor, posing for me. Where do females learn to do that? It it innate, instinctive, or something their mothers teach them to drive men insane?"Uh, it's, ah, all right, hon," I stammered, my dick now feeling like a cruise missile ready for. Then my mother said in a hushed voice "Oh mygod!"I froze and turned around slowly, knowing I was caught. My mom was aboutto say something when I heard my father's voice calling to my mother.My world was collapsing before me in mere seconds."Honey are you up in the attic, where's Paul?" My father called outloudly to my mother. He was at the base of the stairs leading to thesecond floor of our house.She was still staring at me dressed in her wedding gown but shouted backto my dad, " I am up in. He did not recognized the language and had no idea what they said but they sounded friendly. He introduced himself as a lost traveller and sympathized with their predicament. He also said he would be there for lunch. He began to lower his orbit until he wondered if the planet had enough of an atmosphere to fly. He was at a thousand feet before he learned it did. He ignited the RAM engine and flew a very long approach to the building. Intuitively he shut the RAM off as he glided over the lake.. Later in the night, we were all pretty far in, and someone asked Tom and I to smoke. I passed, but Tom disappeared out the back door. Allison excused herself to the bathroom though she could barely walk straight, and my wife and I stayed in the common room playing more drinking games. Maybe an hour had passed since then, Tom still hadn’t come back so I went to check on him. He was still outside, gathered around a hookah and still pounding beers. My wife was happy to keep playing card games,.