"Of course Imogen lacked a parental permission form - it could hardly be otherwise, given that she lacked parents, so far as she knew. Imogen did not ...oubt that if she'd asked Professor McGonagall for permission to visit Hogsmeade, it would have been readily granted. But she preferred to use the day to catch up on her work, and she thought that she was not unhappy about missing the day's activities - her excellent recollection of 'the books' gave her a good idea of what was to be expected from. There was my daughter sitting there in white cotton panties with little hearts on them and a matching bra. Which barley contained her growing breasts.We both looked at each other and didn’t know what to do next. We knew this was wrong. But we were both too drunk and horny to really care. That’s when she spotted it " Dad what the hell is going on with your pants........are you hard?" She looked shocked at what she saw. “Im so sorry darling, I don’t mean to scare you with this. I think it’s the. I motioned for them to start kissing eachother and they did Carla being the more keen one with her hands grabbing at Kellys breasts. Kelly kept her hands to her sides not knowing what to do with them. so I guided one to Carlas bold pussy, I wathced as Kelly clumsily stroked at Carlas pussy her fingers just caressing the lips, Quickly I turned to my bed and kicked off all the magazines onto the floor. Turning back to the girls Kelly had now slide a finger into Carlas pussy who was now returning. Now both of just enjoy yourselves and for the time being forget about me, but don’t worry I will be in the living room.”She pulled the door and went out but she didn’t close the door fully. I went towards Suma with heavy steps and stood in front of her, holding her hands in mine looked at her eyes. She was staring at me with anxiety and her breathing was heavy and her palms were moist with sweat and the hands were totally cold with tension.“Suma, do you really want to do this for a child, there.