My mother in law was a dyed blond and she was to herself everything that a movie star could be. To the world in her makeup, fur coats, glasses, expens...ve watches and jewelry, she was someone that people snickered at.She had been married three times and took the men she married for half their money each time so she was well healed but stingy as hell. My consolation was I had a man cave. A den with a fireplace, a bathroom (it had been a master bedroom on the first level of our house at one time). ‘Don’t be scared,’ he murmured, a low note of sadness in his voice. ‘I promise I’ll explain. Let me finish the story, ok?’ Sarah nodded, bringing her legs up, wrapping her arms around her knees. ***The night before**** Kevin’s eyes widened when he opened the front door, mouth falling open when his brain caught up and confirmed that it was indeed Pershing, head of the largest North American Pack standing outside his parents’ home. ‘Who is it, darling?’ Camilla Alderman called, her footsteps. In any case, it wasn’t half as weird as some of the things the magazines mentioned.He was wearing the panties under the leggings and skirt - and none of the layers did anything to hide what the clothes were doing for him. At the thought of his arousal, I felt myself getting hard as well - in no small part because of the memory of the last time he’d worn his silky undies. We didn’t do much fishing that day, but our rods certainly saw a lot of action. When we finally did decide to call it. Mostly because I have a son that’s really helpful around the house.” My dad told me.“Anyways I’m glad you came. I just overreacted at home, that’s all.” I said.We moved all my stuff into my room and we talked for a while.As my Dad was getting ready to leave he turned to me and asked, “So do I get to meet this girl? I should really thank her for helping out my one and only child.”“I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment. I don’t want to force too much on one day. I mean if I were to.