Maybe he wasn't feeling well. Trish put her key into the lock and entered the hall way. 'Harry love, are you home?' No answer. 'Harry are you ok ?'...Still no reply. She softly climbed the stairs and went into their room. Sure enough there was Harry fast asleep in their bed. 'Harry love' she whispered, 'are you feeling ok ?' There was no answer so she slipped in beside him pulling the quilt over her and cuddling into him. He turned to her sleepily 'Hi hun , didn't hear you come. ..because of his essentially prudish nature.Your gf picks up on this vibe...and get more adventurous!"Now my dears" she commands.."I want to inspect you all...you must get naked for ME!" these are the least inhibited participants and they enthusiatically do as she says.She notices that their builds are quite a contrast: My brother is 5'10" tall...and quite heavy...she notices he has very heavy balls and big thick cock already hardening...he has a round hard ass and thick heavy legs from being. This wasunnatural, unreal.....and yet amazingly exciting and a whole newexperience for me. Whatever it was that was taking control of my sensestold me to savor the moment regardless of how wrong it seemed to be. DidI harbour some hidden shoe or foot fetish? What was causing me to getturned on by my daughter's shoes and socks like this? Or was it due tothe events of this evening and odd coincidence of finding these things inhere on such an evening? Whatever it was, I was beyond worrying about. “So ... your request is that I not change them at all, except for the obvious things. I like that. It tells me that you truly do enjoy them the way that they are, that you like them for themselves, rather than wishing them to be someone else. See how much Jack cares about you, girls?” Margret smiled at both girls, both of whom were wide-eyed with shock that I really liked them mostly in their present form, albeit some tinkering and tweaking.“And for me?” Margret asked Zoe and me.“Very little.