She smiled to herself at the thought of it and walked to her dad. Lets go, she said, leading him outside by the hand. A few hours later, Macy was tips.... Her dad had ordered her them some wine at the restaurant and she had had several glasses. He had joined her because they had a driver and didnt have to worry about driving home. They were joking around and talking about everything that had been happening in their lives. The only time that was uncomfortable was the brief period they spoke of. Marge came down wearing the panties and half-bra only know she added black stockings and high heeled fuck-me pumps... she looked sexier then I'd ever remembered. She saw the camera and she usually objected to my home movies but tonight it would be okay. We had a few good hours of ourselves fucking on film. I had her sit on the couch and told her how sexy she looked and how much I loved her and then I started giving her a sensual massage and I told her that I discovered something very. The dish she was scrubbing immediately fell into the sink. I waited for what felt like aneternity as I listened for her reply. I was expecting yelling and screaming, yet none of thisseemed to be happening."Why do you think your pregnant?" She asked in a concerned tone of voice."Mom, I’m late. And I've been feeling sick the past few days" I said to her more confidently.Mom's head lowered down, she seemed to not believe what she was hearing. Yet shewasn't asking when did the conception happen,. I told him that I was supposed to meet a guy here and he’s late. With a smile on his face, Len said, “That happens all the time.” Len and I talked and talked, and by now another half-hour had passed, and still no Allan - I figured that I’d been pranked… “Par for the course,” I thought. I was about ready to leave when Len said, “Listen, it looks like you’ve had a rough night - the next one’s on the house.”* About halfway through my second martini I was feeling no pain, and neither was Len. For.