“Fold them and place them on the bench.”I did as I was told.“Underwear too.”I was nervous and reluctant to be naked from the waist down in pos...ible view from the sidewalk but I could tell that Melissa wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It would be easier for me to just do it, rather than trying to argue with her and end up doing it anyway. That type of corrective thinking was the power of chastity in action.Melissa stood up, lifted her skirt above her waist and sat back down. She raised one. Anything could have been hidden behind them and it was far too late before I realized it was a perfect place for a trap. It could have been our own fears, amplified by the fact that everyone was touching and feeding off one another, or it was just how the opening at the end of the tunnel looked. It was a doorway, like any other, but for some reason it held a foreboding none of us were prepared for. I could feel everyone's fears dance along our line. That's how we walked, in a straight line,. He followed my lead, and matter-of-factly offered the two of them some coffee which Celia accepted while Nick headed for his room. I left him alone.Since dad was desperate for the scoop, I knew the questions were better asked by me and I asked Celia if Nick's drunkenness was a problem.She leaned over and whispered, "Absolutely, he couldn't get it UP! Y'know, I'd swear he still carries a torch for dear old mummy, here!" Some drunks can't perform at all," I dryly observed, then I probed with,. Stepping back, she gestures grandly. "Come in." Jen is tall and athletic, with wide shoulders and hips and wavy shoulder length brown hair currently pulled back in a pony tail. She is well-muscled, toned by time on the elliptical and the rowing machine, and you brush against her body as you step through the doorway. "Best behavior," she admonishes, smirking. "We're in my mother's house, not my dorm room."You take off your coat and shoes, and follow Jen through the living room into the dining.