She strokes the small amount of hair I have on my chest then runs her fingers down and under my jean waistband. I let out a groan and undo my flies. M... erection springs forward which she grasps firmly taking me by surprise. She was fierce for a virgin. Maybe she lied and has experience?She pushes me down, and she pulls off my jeans and underwear, leaving me naked. Her eyes rake down my body, making me feel embarrassed. I feel my cheeks flush hotly at my disadvantage. She's still fully. I don't get mad often, but when I do I have a quick fuse."That is the problem!" I snapped."You're grounded," said our father."You're grounding me for telling the truth?" I wasn't over being mad yet."You're both grounded," he amended."Why am I grounded?" wailed Heather. "I didn't do anything wrong!" She pouted."Neither of you is to leave the house until you patch things up," he said. "We almost lost our daughter, and somehow our son helped us get her back. I will not have the two of them, who. He was the type of person who, if he was drowning in a swimming pool, people would toss him an anchor. I trudged in, only half remembering an invitation to an early dinner party to which my wife had accepted an invitation.I walked into my house, ready to drop into a chair and have a cold drink. Turning the corner from the front door into the living room, there was my wife. She was 5′ 6″ tall, 125 lbs and 34A-28-36. She was wearing a stunning new outfit: a then current fashion white. So she was standing there naked except for the garter & stockings. Still acting a little drunk she told him she knew some people thought her tits were fake. Then as she cupped them she said they were real. She took his hand and put it on one of her boobs and told him to squeeze. Then asked him if they were real or fake? Before he could answer she said you're damn right they're real and they feel great. Then took his other hand and had him groping both of her tits. She said he couldn't tell.