"You must be made to understand how dangerous it is out there. Now. Both of you. Go get dressed for your date. Each of you choose something you'd like...to wear on a date with someone you really like."Both teens trudged off muttering about stupid ideas. John went to each room to ensure that his orders were followed. He went to Bobby's room first. "Bobby, I want you to pretend she's just another girl you met at school. Treat her just exactly like you'd treat any other girl. Okay?" Sure Dad," said. But she was a beautiful, hot butcher that oozed sex appeal. She belonged on the cover of a high-tier fashion magazine and yet she was here, which added to the effect of this bizarre, erotic scene. Every one knew they were on for a very hot demonstration.She looked at the mirror knowing that she appeared to look directly at the seated audience, and gave them a big, beautiful smile that transformed into something of an evil grin just as she was turning towards the helpless body hanging behind. The proof of her excitement was actually running down her legs. I reached up and slid her soggy panties to the side and parted her pussy lips slightly with the very tips of my fingers. It was as if she had been struck by lightening, almost dropping to her knees. I pressed my weight against her, securing her to the closed room door. I slowly worked my index and middle fingers up inside her curving to reach the G-spot, I firmly, but not aggressively, worked a circular motion until I felt the gush. I waited while she pulled down my shorts, and when I tried to turn around she stopped me. "Don't men prefer to pee standing up?" She asked."Yes, but I can't hold it myself." I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth."I'll take care of that. Just face the toilet, and I'll aim." Knowing there was no arguing with her, I turned, and did as I was told. She placed her left hand on my hip, and brought her right arm around my body, grasping my penis right below the head, and aimed it.