Perked my ears up, but Joe didnt seem to care and just kept her pinned to the floor while he sat/layed astride of her and kept her arms pinned by her ...ead. About that time, Betty was ready to leave and we went out on our date. While we were out, I mentioned the wrestling and the comments, and she just kind of shrugged it off and said they are always doing that. Mother does not like wearing bras and panties, and that is why she is mostly in a robe. Her various robes were all beautiful and silky. On a normal day I would had just opened my eyes and slapped him then and there, but the lethal combination of my tired body and the rains falling outside the auto didn’t allow me to do anything. I just thought let me see till where this guy goes. And if he exceeds the limit then I could always start shouting in anger. Slowly he became more confident and now he started using his entire palm to feel my waist. His hand further started to move and slowly it reached my navel. My navel always had. ‘You are ready early, I thought young ladies were supposed to be fashionably late. But not my girl.’ She laughed. ‘How could I help you if I were late? What can I do?’ she replied. ‘I know you have more than you can handle and I promise to be inconspicuous so no one will be the wiser…’ Grinning broadly, her father said, ‘As a matter of fact, you can. Go to the brewer and tell him we will need another five casks of mead for the banquet, we have received word from four more households who will be. He squeaked a quiet “Oh”, and his hands tried to hide his face. “Well Alan, you are so pretty”. I said loudly. “I have heard of guys like you. Average Joe by the day and a true butt slut by the night”. I had started to push him around. “No. It is not true. Please do not tell anybody”. Alan had started pleading. He was not only looking very pretty but sexy too and I surely wanted to fuck him so bad, as he begged me not to tell anybody. My cock was getting harder and throbbing already. Now I knew.