"Where is Emma? Actually, I think I'd rather not know." He giggled.I was a little bit shocked at the way he giggled as I entered the house. I thought ...ny man would be horrified at the thought of his daughter staying out with strange men. But then I guess she had done it enough times."She's a wildcat isn't she?" he said. "Would you like a drink, Sophie?" Yeah, why not, thank you." I said. I sat down on the sofa feeling more relaxed about the situation. He gave me a glass of wine and sat down. She was just in her blouse and petticoat. She again grabbed me and hugged me and placed my hand on her waist and pulled tightly. I was not moving an inch. Then to my surprise, she just started kissing my forehead.I thought it was due to her love. But slowly she started kissing my cheeks and then she started to kiss me on lips. I was confused about whether it was a dream or truth but I did not respond. Now she started removing her blouse and also petticoat.She was not even wearing inners, my god. He licked slowly down the shaft while his nostrils imbibed the stale and peculiar scent of man-sex. His thumb and two fingers held the shaft near the head. He licked slowly and tentatively until the man spoke. “Circle the tip, Brynn. Just the tip. Slow.” While his tongue was slowly circling the end of Gilbert’s penis, the man put his hands on the boy’s head again and this time held it still. For many seconds, the tip of his erection was firmly pressed to the boy’s tongue and closed. We realise that we could have handled it better, but we didn’t think you would have any objections. After all, you accepted our spa weekend with hardly a comment.’ James and I looked at one another, deciding who was going to be the first to respond. He nodded to me and I replied for both of us. ‘Apology accepted. We don’t want to blow this up out of all proportion, but a week away at a Hen Party is a bit more of a stretch than a short weekend trip. It’s not a question of trust, we love you both.