Okay, that’s better. Now where’s that soap? Ahh ... there it is. She quietly started to lather her body, wondering what her father so badly wanted...to ask the night before.“Oooh ... no, I don’t have the time right now” she exclaimed as her soapy hands made their way down her breasts. “Besides, I’ll have more than enough orgasms today.” Sweetheart, are you awake?Yeah. Even if I wanted to sleep late, I couldn’t.Any particular reason?Mostly things I’m not comfortable discussing right now. Dad’s. William had carved the ducks, and they, server with mashed potatoes, green beans, and asparagus, made a great meal.They had visited a little while longer, then carried Ben and Sam's luggage to Mike and Misti's house. They were shown where their bed was, and the bathroom. Misti had been barely able to contain herself at her joy at seeing her parents once more. Even though it was early, they were very tired from the long transcontinental flight, and many hours time difference. Misti saw to their. . that was crazy. We had so many offers to “do a line” or “drop this” or whatever. Mom and Maggie somehow handled it without ever saying ‘no’. They treated these men like they were vipers. Easing away slowly without turning their backs on them.They treated the “Are you ladies alone” crowd with outright disdain. Inevitably we’d hook up with the musketeers of the world: young, friends, and full of fun.--Two events changed the course of that summer.The first occurred after a night of clubbing.. ..............................Damn, I was so nervous. But why? I knew him, didn't I?I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment. Naked. He had very specifically said naked. I fingered the hem of my shirt and knew there was no way I could meet him not wearing anything. It would be easier to learn to fly.I hefted my suitcase onto the bed and looked inside. Ok, what would be a good compromise?I spotted my spaghetti-strapped mini dress. He'd loved the pics of me in.