We went straight through the house to a beautifully laid out garden at the rear where Peter was cooking some chicken pieces over a red hot barbecue, h... greeted us cheerfully and offered us a drink which we both accepted eagerly.After a few minutes, the chicken was done so he served it up at a long table and we fed our hungry faces while we made small talk, when we'd eaten our fill, Peter suggested that he showed us round the huge gardens.It took us a good five minutes to reach a little back. I was locked out, keyless and hopeless! I had horrificpremonitions of my mother letting me in and forcing me to explainmyself. How the hell do I explain this? I didn't buy this girlyunderwear by accident. This mini-skirt didn't fall out of the attic (orfrom heaven for that matter). Pigtails are not the latest craze forteenage boys. All this is obvious, but why am I dressed like this? Ihave no idea. How could I know? Please don't make me add tears to thiscaricature of girlish innocence before. Mom and Dad continue to feud with Grandpa Pickering. The fact that we've brought Erica's great-aunt into the fight proved to be doubly beneficial to us. The old biddy (her name for herself) happens to be a "close personal friend" of several state representatives and even a couple of judges. Erica made the mistake of asking how close. I won't tell you the answer, but both Erica and I had very red faces for the rest of the evening. Anyways Louise was happy to talk to some of her "friends" and. "One of the men named Nelson, stood up, he didn't block my way, but he was a head taller than me and his standing was a bit intimidating, especially in regard to what he said as he stood."C'mon Malcolm, after all this is your house, your castle. You have the right to eat your wife's pussy anywhere in it you want."When I took another step, the other two gents stood up and blocked my path out of the room. I took that as a signal, that they wanted me to suck on the snatch they'd all apparently.