While I was in college, I was able to make a lot of my relationships work just fine by pretending to be my slutty sister Miranda and letting the chips...fall where they may. I discovered that a number of the male student athletics were fixated on rear-door humping and I just shut my eyes and repeated to myself,"Miranda loves taking it up the ass. You are Miranda, now relax and open up that tight little ass, bitch!"It always seemed to work real well and I never felt very guilty for my sexual. ." He trailed off in confusion. I shot a quick look at June, who had the grace to look abashed."Don't worry, dear." My mother took Pat's hand in hers and patted it, a gesture I knew of old when she was playing the peacemaker. "You'll get used to it, just like I did. Now, no more talk about clothes or the turkey will get cold." I didn't quite salute, but I came close, when mom uses that tone of voice she means business. I could just say that we ate dinner, but that would be a gross. Melissa responded with her normalapproval and Kathleen striped off her school clothes down toher matching bra and under-panties. They were intriguingbecause Melissa had not seen her in anything like them before.Her under garments was distinctive because they were byCalvin Klein and made to look like boy's Jockey briefs in abright red color with white elastic waistband and white pipingaround the legs and bra straps. She found them very seductive. Melissa had been sitting on her bed and had. She winked at him, and eventually, he pinched her waist. She was wearing a silver saree and had a very patli kamar (slim waist).After that, my father smooched her. He held her close and they danced and kissed and kept kissing and dancing for half an hour. They were doing all this on the dance floor. Because many of the people were drunk and the music was loud and the light was dim, many people didn’t notice what was happening. But still, some did.The two of them didn’t care at all about who was.