My family were away for the weekend and we spent a memorable Saturday in my bedroom. None of your Wham Bam malarkey! We made love to one another, afte... that we got into the habit of having sex two or three times a week. I was crazy about my Becky, but for some reason it did take us three years before we decided to get engaged. I don’t think either of us were in a hurry to get married, we were just having a good time. The trouble with sitting in a bar on your own, remembering the good old times,. . after all, being my secretary is a better job that being your father's... but she's loyal to him. If he gets discouraged and leaves the company, I can have her reassigned to me."I looked at him. I was disgusted, but at the same time felt another twinge of guilt. I had just manipulated Carrie into 'rolling over' for my father. But at least I had also tried to help her with her own problems."Your own secretary is quite pretty," I said after a bit. "Why didn't you try to get her into bed?" Oh, I. "So what plans have you got then?"But she shook her head."Uh uh, all you need to know is that although it's for me, I think you'll love it." Love what?"That failed as well."Do I need to dress up?" No, not at all and neither do I." she giggled sexily, "But I do need to take my panties off for it." Tell me, mum, please!" and all that got in reply was a shake of the head.By mum's standards, her chosen clothing for this mysterious trip out was quite modest, a plain blue dress that actually reached. But there then followed a brief moment or two of complete silence, and I knew then their conversation had taken on a whisper as they lowered their voices even more. I could only imagine now what it might be they were talking about. An oddity perhaps was the swinging saloon like doors on the kitchen entryway leading back into the living room. Even as I sat there, I heard them open, and then swing back a very familiar, almost homey kind of sound to them. I looked over my shoulder expecting to see.