Now, I don't say I'm taking his side. Mind you, you're young. You can afford to take your time. Stretch it out. Enjoy yourselves while you can, I say....But Steve and his mother think --" Mother Oldham? He's talked about this with her?" Yes. It was her idea, in fact. She's quite adamant about it. I can say that from experience." Mr. Oldham winced slightly. "She is not, ah, the most patient person."Paula leaned closer. "How long have you been married?" We -- twenty-eight years, next August. But. One of my hands might be a little cold from clutching my drink so hard, but it warmed up by the time I reached her thighs. I pawed around the edge of the little panties, paused briefly at her mound, then pushed the skirt up to her waist. It seemed she wasn’t wearing a slip, just the tiny pink bikini.“Very hot,” I said, with my thumbs caressing the skinny thong under her twat. I pulled her over to straddle me, and her skirt slipped down a little. I slid my hands under it and wrapped them around. You're almost a woman, now. You need a firm hand in the rest of your school days." He looked down at her. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him."What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she tossed back.He said nothing, but took his hand and reached around, grabbing her buttock. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. "Dad..." she trailed off. He lifted her skirt over her hips and felt her panties."You need a firm hand, that's what you need." He leaned into her, his breath. Her sizable breasts nearly spilled out of the low cut top and she looked up right at Jacob. She even shook them just a little before sitting up straight and turning to say something to her future mother-in-law. Jacob took another larger sip of his alcohol. “She certainly is built differently than Mallory,” Jacob turned and looked at his mother who had a cunning grin on her face. Then without a trace of embarrassment, she glanced down at the front of his dress pants where a sizeable bulge.