You just have to find another way to satisfy them.”Just the thought of his little girl laying in bed with her pale legs spread and a hand digging in...her young cunt had his cock rock hard in an instant. He leaned over his lap to hide it. “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”She looked up at him and a tear rolled over her cheek, breaking his heart. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I really am. I promise I won’t stay out so late anymore.”“That’s not good enough,” he said. “You have to. Time to meet your in- laws."She glanced to the house and saw a man walking briskly toward the car. With a last few brushes at her skirt, Diana took a deep breath, opened the door and slid out. The man, a wide grin on his face, was at Michael's side, behind them she glimpsed a feminine figure stepping from the house."Father, my wife, Diana," Michael beamed. "Diana, meet Michael Hightower, Number One."She knew a surprised look was plastered stupidly across her face, but it couldn't be helped. Her. “What do you mean how was it?” I said, “Why do you even want to know?” “I’m just curious” he said, “It kind of turns me on, knowing that you both did stuff together”. “Oh yes?” I said, still wondering on whether he was joking. “Why does it turn you on?” I asked, hoping he would have a reasonable answer. “I don’t know, it just does” he said, “Do you think I could watch it sometime?” my mouth dropped open and I felt my stomach churn. “You actually want to watch us, you know, doing stuff?” I asked. She did not want to part with her wedding night reminder. With a deep sigh, she folded it up and opened the bottom drawer of the makeup vanity. She was surprised to see something in it and lay her gown on the dresser. She pulled the small white box from the drawer and shook it, feeling something inside.She pulled out the little wooden stool and sat down. She placed the box on the top of the table and opened it. She discovered it was a lingerie set consisting of black stockings, a garter belt.