Part of me wondered if this was a routine they practiced? Were they swingers looking for a good time?It was now well into the early hours and at this ...oint Charlotte asked if I would accompany her to the kitchen to replenish drinks. Glancing at Sam, who was giggling as something Peter was saying, I murmured assent, and followed Charlotte out of the room.Charlotte kept me chatting whilst we found and mixed drinks in their enormous kitchen downstairs. When we returned, almost twenty minutes. During the party he put up with nothing but girl talk thatmade him sick to his stomach, having his nails and hairdone. Most of the girls were barefoot with different typesof pajamas, nightgowns and night shirts. The few thatdidn't want to polish their toes had some pantyhose on."Thought they'd never leave," thought Peter about noon thenext door. After seeing the last of the girls to theirmom's car, she ran upstairs in her white top with thesleeves pushed to her elbows, white jeans and. " Then haunches it shall be," she said and she bent from the waist placed her right hand upon the ground and flicked her gown and shift up her back so they displayed her haunches to perfection, and then she rose, "So, out of ten?" she asked."Eight, damnit I'm swelling again." I cursed and she laughed,."I think we should rejoin our party," she suggested, "Before you do something you might regret."Our absence was barely missed, Mrs Price was busy with the younger Miss Price, Adele, fresh from. Wrapped in my dad’s arms as he entered me for the first time slowly with gentle thrusts easing my mind and breaking my hymen was pure bliss. I remember the truck was in the garage with the radio going and Dad had “Journey’s Greatest Hits” CD playing. Needless to say, just hearing that CD brings back a flood of pleasant memories.I need to mention that Jack couldn’t be a better husband for me. I never thought I would go back to Dad after being married, but when I went home to visit him while.