.I wanted to try to get backstage and party with the band.I had never done this before, but I kind of knew how it worked….you dress like a slut, try...to catch the eye of the security guys or manager-types who are picking groupies from the crowd, and….if it works….voila, you’re backstage with the band. At least that’s how I figured it would work.So, the night of the concert, I pulled out one of my sluttiest outfits. I was an attractive co-ed, with long brown hair, big brown eyes, natural 36DD. But I acted like an idiot and roamed around-not far from my house- and started following women on the rainy morning, I made kissing sound towards them and rode away in full speed when they turned to me angrily.That continued till I felt guilty and aware of my mistake. It was the very next morning after my fucking night with Mrs. Sharma and I was free coz my mom wasn’t in home, the maid whom mum appointed wouldn’t come today as I had called up a local worker( whom I had believed to be her hubby). ” daddy said as he kissed me on my cheek, his hand placed firmly on my ass. “Yes it sure is.” I said as I winked and flashed a sweet sexy smile. I knew that look in daddy’s eyes, and food was the last thing on his mind. Our kitchen table had become a favorite place to make out, sometimes when daddy would come home tired and horny from a long day at work, if I was in the kitchen when he came though the door, there would be no waiting to go upstairs to our bedroom. Stripping off our clothes right. Ugh talk about cramped!“I can expand this to make it more comfortable at least more room, maybe two bedrooms and put us a little further down.” Alan told them as he shook his head.Varick nodded then turned and discussed it with the others; the women of course liked the bedroom idea, an actual bathroom with an actual kitchen. Alan nodded when three of the four said a resounding yes. Alan looked at a displeased Harman and whispered in his ear, at first he shook his head no, then his eyes opened.