Both were sitting there leaning up against the headboard. Father spoke first, “Take off your clothes…both of you.” I glanced at Peggy she was lo...king down at the floor. “NOW!” He reinforced his instructions. We both disrobed down to our underwear. “Everything.” He reiterated. I pulled down my briefs…this time my cock just hung there. I was afraid to look at Peggy, but with my head bowed I could see her bra hit the floor then her panties drop to her ankles.I heard Dad say to Mom, “Wow, you are. I was amazed and waiting to take the next step. She then moved a bit towards me, turned around, and wrapped her in my arms. She pushed me to the wall with the help of her back. Now I was facing her neck and her ass was just touching near my crotch area. I instantly got a hard-on. I asked her if she was drunk.She said she’s sober and fully conscious of what she’s doing. After listening to this I grabbed her tight and moved my face towards her. We kissed. Her cranberry-like tasting lips with a. "I'd crossed the line alright. Most boys would find it hard to even touch women's underwear (unless there was actually a girl inside it) under most circumstances and there I was finding it hard to not to."What happens now then?" That depends largely on you; whether you want to stay as Suzie or Paul." Yeah, but it's a one way ticket isn't it?" Eventually, yes, but that part of things is a long way off yet. You really are going to have to give this some thought before you go ahead with anything.. This was only to be expected. The girl was so fucking unreliable! But Esther decided that it wasn’t a good idea to wait, or the potatoes would get burnt and the vegetables too soggy. So the party adjourned to the dining room section of the living room, while Zoë slipped on a Nitin Sawhney album she thought would better suit the ambiance than fucking Armand Van Helden. It was only when the plates were set out and forks and knives were poised to tuck in, that the sitar sounds were interrupted by.