And that was going to be hard to handle, because he was pretty sure they weren't going to like it, and were going to be trying very hard to get him to...change his mind.Steve looked around at the women surrounding him, and asked, "So, what have you found out about this place? Do any of you remember anything about how we got here?" There was a general response of "Not Much" and "No", but a couple of the girls in the back seemed to be hiding something. Deciding not to push it for the moment, Steve. We heard the garage doors close and someone knocked on my window."Sammy, what's so important. Don't you want to see our new cars?" Suzanne asked."If she only knew what's so important," I muttered as we reluctantly halted our discussion and got out of the car.They were like two kids at Christmas, honking their horns and tuning their radios to the same stations. We admired the cars, but not with half the excitement Mr. Oldham and Suzanne showed.Suzanne's car was silver with red leather interior.. Pulling out apair of boxers and some large sweat pants, I sat back down on the bedand went about donning them.As I knelt to pull the boxers up my legs, something strange happened. Ifound myself unable to pull them up. Try as I might, I couldn't goabout putting them on. Concentrating, I found my arms willing to holdthe underwear, but unwilling to place them on my body. Frustrated, Itossed them and grabbed the sweatpants. To my horror, I found myselfunable to put them on as well. Like a panicked. Each stroke he made into my steamy pussy was met with a counter stroke from me. It didn't take long for me to have the best orgasm of my young life.The way dad was gasping for breath I could tell he was cumming, too. My hands and legs fell to the bed as dad collapsed on top of me and then rolled just to the side. I was ready for more right then and there but it was clear that dad needed a short rest. We fell asleep in each other's arms for a few hours.When I wok up it was dark in the room.