This time he aimed better.Anyway, the affair was a hot one from the minute I first dropped my panties. I found a raging sexuality inside me I didn’t...know existed. Seems I just needed the right man to open the door to the sensual me.So here I am, greeting my lover with a little challenge in mind, for later in the evening.I’d booked a table for dinner at an intimate little restaurant. It’s perfect. Secluded tables, candlelight, soft music, very discreet staff.We sit opposite each other. He can’t. A few leaves decorated the otherwise spotlessly manicured lawn but nothing else. Missy looked up in the tree to see if she could find any sign of that little fucker’s clothes!“What are you looking for?” Her father’s voice boomed.“Umm…I…was just looking.” She said.“Missy…” Oh no, he used her name at the start of a sentence, she was doomed, “Missy, I have always raised my children to tell me the truth. I believe in honesty above all things. I work for the court and before that I was a military. .then we'll just go on our way...you know, and don't feel bad if you say no, it's all ok, really."This all felt surreal, like it really couldn't be happening. I mean, they should turn their heads, not look at her nakedness and she should not be so nice, right? My God they wanted to touch her breasts! She wasn't sure, should she? Of course not, this was getting out of control, she should just turn and walk away, if they would let her go that is, but they weren't being rude or obnoxious, they. I lay down beside her on the top of the bedding and she just curled up against me without opening her eyes. One had a grand view from the bed. I could look out of the windows and see quite a bit of the countryside.I saw a car enter the grounds and I heard it pull up to the front.Then I heard The Voices that upper crust accent of two of Marjorie's friends arriving. It was 'Daaaaarlinggggg this' and 'Daaaaarlinggggg that', I was glad that I was out of it and hoped that Marjorie wouldn't introduce.