It’s magical, honey. I love you.”“I love you, too, Mother. More than words could ever say.” We hugged and I couldn’t resist the urge to sque...ze Mother’s world-class ass. Perfection!Mother then proceeded to talk with Cassidy about her part of the experience as they worked in the kitchen to get the food ready for Ben to serve. I could hear their laughter and sighs. It was a very joyous sound, indeed.Father came over and asked to speak with me privately outside. We sat down as he lit up his pipe.. Pearson, it's Philippa Abbott." What can I do for you, Philippa?" I'd like to talk to you again. Could we meet?"Did I want to? I'm a sucker for damsels in distress – Katherine knew, and loved me for it, but she also made sure I wasn't tempted to stray. I had no insurance, now. But yes, I did want to; there was something appealing about her."In town, or at Endcliffe, or Weston Park?" Endcliffe? In the morning? Would ten o'clock be okay?" Sounds fine. Meet you in the café?"That night I dreamed of. Maybe he loved big boobs. Or slutty outfits. Or red lipstick. I had to find out what made him tick.Chapter 10:I skipped school a few days later, went back home after he'd gone to work, went upstairs, and walked into his bedroom. Men had magazines, right? Maybe those would tell me what he liked. I looked through his drawers, under his mattress, in the boxes in his closet. Nothing. I flopped down on his bed in frustration and hugged his pillow, breathing in my daddy's familiar scent deeply. It. I had to stop her from talking too loudly in her excitement as she said things like ‘ I’d love you to fuck me in this” or ‘would this turn you on?’ Of course it all did.We got home exhausted and I suggested we had a bath with a bottle of champagne I had in the fridge. I have a big corner bath that just fits two people, so we undressed and jumped into the water heavily laced with scented bath oil and talked about the day’s shopping. The champagne went down well and I relaxed into the hot water.