Wave good bye to my people, that sort of thing. I'm going off to marry into the British Royal Family for fuck's sake. That's worth a bit of a show, is...'t it?" I think we were feeling that there shouldn't be too much song and dance about it," Amelia said. "Not too much fuss." Your problem, innit?" Helena responded defiantly, rummaging in her bag for her mirror, lipstick and powder compact. She turned to her favourite activity of minutely adjusting her hair and make-up.Amelia turned towards me.. My daughter had grown into a stunning twenty-year-old and now we weremuch the same size. Her taste in clothes and lingerie had matured withher development and I had watched with secret longing as her wardrobehad become more and more sexy and sophisticated. In the sleeplesshours of the night as my wife snored beside me, I had often imaginedwhat it would be like to wear her things.Sophie was due home from university shortly so if I was going toindulge myself in my perverted desire it would have. Even though we hadn't had sex, we were still horny teenagers and made time for hot make out sessions frequently during the week, usually after school in his truck. That was what we were doing on that chilly day in november. Him in the driver seat and me in the passengar. He was kissing me like he would never taste me again, his fingers digging into my waist, my fingers gripping his thick, dark hair, our tongues wrestling. I drop my lips to his neck, knowing that he loves when I bite and suck. I would hear, "Smart boy ... a chip off the old block ... must be good genes ... the right upbringing."Well at least with respect to the last one they were right ... no thanks to them.I turned eighteen in December of my senior year of high school. I had applied to a number of colleges and universities. The more accurate statement would be that Angie and I applied to the schools. We spent hours in the office going over applications and preparing the essay and biography.Most of the schools I.