Because of that obsession, he had accumulated a rather substantial collection of erotic art and paraphernalia the pride of which was his massive colle...ction of rare antique stag films and clips.Unfortunately, being somewhat conservative in both moral and religious views, neither his son nor daughter shared his affinity for erotic material. They also did not share their father's affection for his beloved penthouse. And so, when their father died, they decided to have his entire collection of. This time, as Dad called me down for my company, I froze on the steps...Jason was not alone, a bigger boywas with him...Jason saw me and smiled...Dad smiled too...and this boy just had a shitty grin on my face. I did not know what to do, but dadpiped up with "you boys go on up and you all have fun. I will be busy down here working, so I wont bother you". I know he did this to put theboys at ease...and with that dad walked towards the den, and the boys bounded up the stairs...me following. Her breasts touched him first, her hard nipples flattening against the exposed skin of his chest. Their arms went around each other and their lips met again, more urgently this time. Ritu’s hair fell over both of themI tried to control myself, to calm my breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear me? Could they tell that I was awake? They were so close – I could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Ritu had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy’s crotch.. Christmas was coming up on Thursday, and Dad and Sis would be home from Wednesday through the rest of the week. Neither Mom nor I referred to our conversation in the kitchen.Finally, however, as we were sitting at the table for lunch, I looked at Mom and asked her, "Mom, are you really happy with your life?"She paused a moment, surprised at the question. "Of course I'm happy. What--what do you mean?" Well, Mom," I began, sort of feeling my way, "Dad works so hard, and he's so--so serious and.