"Close that door. Now!" she whispered sharply at Denise. "Denise and I have to have a talk, honey. You go on to bed now. I'll be in to tuck you in lat...r."Denise closed the door and turned to face her parents again, but still clung to the doorknob with one hand. "I can -- can just leave," she stuttered.Cliff was too busy trying to work the sheet loose to respond. But Clair, unmoving, spoke calmly."You just stay right there. Now I want to know why you barged into our room without knocking." I. But he kept buying me drinks and kept talking. I knew I should have stopped drinking, but I didn’t. I think I thought it would serve Daddy right for leaving me alone if he had to carry me back to the car. Know what I mean?”I shrugged. I didn’t know what she meant. I know a lot of kids had relationship issues with their parents, but I didn’t have much sympathy with them.“Then he started touching me. Stroking my shoulders at first. Then my back, getting lower all the time until he was squeezing. She slid her hand down and gently cupped my balls, one at a time, moving them around in her hand, as my shaved scrotal sack tingled with her touch.It was time for me to stop pretending to be asleep, so I made a little grunting noise and murmured "Ooh that's nice, please don't stop", and I pulled her body close to me feeling the warm wetness between her legs, as she ground her pubic bone against my thigh.She didn't move her hand, until I took it and placed it back on my throbbing cock, sliding. He was reasonably toned though and obviously worked out. His now fully erect cock was an impressive size even if I do say so myself –about 8 inches and circumcised.After the pleasantries, although a little strange, Layla simply asked the most direct question I think I have ever witnessed. “Vicky, may I lick your pussy?” I was gob smacked and stood gaping at them both to see what happened next. Vicky actually nodded! With this, Layla approached Vicky and French kissed her passionately whilst.