She loved it, her hips doing a lot more work than necessary as Mel stuck to the standard swing moves he had practiced over and over again. Other tunes... followed, some not quite as appropriate for Mel’s limited dancing capabilities, but he had shown his cred to all and Tracy hugged him close as they took a break and returned to their table.To the shock of her mother Tracy rounded on Mel as they sat down, saying “You fuck! When did you learn how to dance?” Mel took a sip of warm wine and shrugged,. His stomach clenched when he realized what his wife was telling him. There were just some things that a father wasn’t supposed to know. He sighed and said, “I take it that she’s no longer my ‘little girl.’”“You could put it that way,” Sharon said watching him carefully.Greg was quiet for a minute while he considered the events. Daughters were supposed to remain virgins until their wedding night. Hoping that he wasn’t going to have to beat the kid to a pulp, he asked, “Did that little shit make. I thought it was very sexy.The old Liz would have been fearful, afraid of the intense sexuality that began to dominate my life. But instead I felt a pleasure with every day, anticipation of my next orgasm, and a lightness of spirit that was entirely new. I found myself dressing myself far more erotically, flaunting my figure, my breasts, my long, shapely legs. Tighter blouses, often without a bra, higher skirts, tighter shorts, and higher heels. And I caught myself smiling almost all the time.. Or maybe you’re not so guilty, as your father is probably ninety percent to blame, but still. You’re not innocent.”She stepped out of her slacks, which joined her blouse and bra. When she took off her panties, she swung them around her finger and let them fly into the basket. Mom was naked.“Perhaps I should mention that your father has admitted his guilt. However, dear, I’m not terribly angry about it. I’m not pleased, of course, that your father cheated on me, although in most ways it’s better.