Am I guilty of cheating here? I don’t think so. He called me for a dinner date and then, without placing an order, went to the washroom for an unusu...l amount of a long time. Meanwhile, I sat at the table, waiting.A cute waiter came my way. I accidentally dropped a fork. He bends down to retrieve it just to discover my panty-less pussy in front of his face. What else was he supposed to do? Also, what could I do?Good thing it was a dim candlelit restaurant so that he could go under the table. Of course, if she doesn’t wish to contact me, I will understand and trouble you no further.Yours hopefullyPeter BensonJust over a week later, I got a fax from Peter, saying that the letter had been delivered and signed for, but it was unlikely he’d get a reply in he foreseeable future. He would notify me of any developments.I half expected some reaction from the Metcalfes, or from Helen, but there was none forthcoming.The following Friday I was again persuaded to go out on the town, this time. It boasted a private back yard with a hot tub and other amenities that you might expect.The operators were really dwarves, several of whom were related to each other. Three were in residence and the others helped out as needed.Snowey and her new husband settled in the first evening after the wedding. They splashed in the hot tub and screwed in the yard before retiring to the suite. Snowey served the provided beverage to her groom who promptly fell sound asleep. He wouldn’t awaken before. “I’ve never disobeyed you in my life dad, because you always did what was best for me, but not this time. Rita is what’s best for me dad. I love her, and she loves me. You want me to tell the girl I wanna spend the rest of my life with I can’t see her anymore? I’m sorry dad, but sister or not that’s something I can’t do, I won’t do. I might be asking for a beating saying all this, but so be it, I have to say it. We’re meant to be together, and I’m sorry dad, but I can’t let you get in the way.