Cal asked me if I would like to attend. It was held in the banquet room of a large hotel a week before break. The boys were all dressed in suits and t...es. A few brought a girlfriend and a few players were with a parent. Those that got the memo came alone. There were several speeches during dinner, then a DJ entertained after the tables were cleared. The boys had planned ahead, hiding flasks of booze inside their jackets. At first, the celebration was a typical teenage party, but it was obvious. ”"Daddy!” she cried in kind of phony shock. “Do all fathers do this? …“Not all,” I said, trying to be honest and sound matter-of fact. “We don’t talk about it to each other. It’s very private with us. But I think a lot of us do.”“God,’ she said, “That’s so pervy!“The coach says you all want to … fuck us. She says it’s your natural inclination.” “Lots of fathers do want to fuck their daughters,” I admitted, “But it’s wrong. … It’s i****t.”“Yeah, she said that too. She warned us that it might. Time went on as it always does I had managed to redecorate the bedroom and I was active with the Towns Women's Guild. Some of the members looked like they had never even farted let alone more adventurous things? Martha mentioned that Richard had found himself a girlfriend. This was something that pleased me greatly.There was something that I really wanted to do and thanks to my nephew it was now very possible. I invited Richard and his girlfriend around for dinner which I always had in the. Well?’I relented and agreed that I would be there as per his conditions. For several days I pondered how I could get some stockings and knickers but internet shopping, though the most anonymous course, would take too long. Instead, I rooted around in my wife’s drawers and found some sheer holdups and lace knickers. I removed them, knowing she was bound to wonder where they had disappeared to but thought I might get them back without her noticing.Come the day, I called on Richard, clutching a.