. oh sir... I'm not that kind of girl," she stammered stupidly.The thoroughly aroused man had difficulty in restraining his feral impulse to throw him...elf on top of the defenseless girl and ravish her nubile body but years of conditioning to more appropriate response controlled him."What were you doing?" I... hah... he... I couldn't stop him sir."What will your mother think about this when I tell her?" She... hah... I don't know, Mr. Thompson. But... like... Grampa can't know. Not him. Can we. Then, one Friday evening, Debbie's mother, Beth, had gone out of town to spend the entire weekend to spend the entire weekend with her sorority sisters from her college days. When Debbie knew for sure her mother was gone long enough to be safe, she went looking for her father David. She found him out in the garage doing some last minute work cleaning up.Debbie told her dad that she'd prepared supper for them, and then Debbie set her plan into action. She had fought over the idea of being subtle. Billie had a simple list of things we needed to get on our next trip to town. She had started the van and let it run to charge the battery and see how it worked. She said she understood internal combustion engines, but her people didn't use this type of fuel. She hoped she could convert it over to a more common fuel.Being around these girls who were obvious in their desire for sex was good for my libido and I had an erection two out of three mornings. Joy and Night were happily blue, and Billie. 'Come on up get up kid and you can have the shower first, your starting to smell a little skanky." She said with a grin. 'That's just your breath blowing back in your face." Charli countered, as she sat up. Helena got up and slipped her oversized night shirt on and headed out the door. Charli staggered sleepily into the main bathroom and looked at herself in the large mirror behind the sink. She pulled the silky nighty over her head and let it drop to the floor. She stood there and.