I’d stuff the soiled underwear deep into the dirty clothes hamper. I hoped by the time my mom did wash the spot would dry, or she’d figure a wet ...towel in the basket had dampened them. My dad was a roofer, and worked steady, unless the weather was bad. He had been a strict father, and had been pretty tough on us. I had an older sister named Shelly. Mom worked a lot. She had a good job at a local car assembly plant. It was good pay and steady. She was always gone. Those condoms are more of an insurance policy. We’d prefer you to wait until you’re older.”“How much older?”“The age of majority in Pennsylvania is eighteen.”A sudden thought made Jason grin. “Did Grandpa buy these for you too?”The question made his father laugh. “Yep, even the same brand.” Dad rubbed his chin, then shrugged. Leaning forward, he spoke in a hushed voice. “Let me tell you a story about your grandfather. Way before he found his first girlfriend, he bought his own condoms, via the. .. another text.The text was asking both me and my husband to be present, so Reef could talk to both of us together. It must be a big deal because we had agreed to keep this as non personal as possible and just for sex as much as possible. Therefore no contact other than the day that Reef and I were scheduled to have a sex date, Friday night of every week. This was Tuesday, so something must be up.I texted Reef to say that Bryce and I were there together and that he could call. His response was. As I walked back into our darkened bedroom, I could see the rise and fall of her pert round breasts with each deep breath she took. She is laying there peacefully curled amongst the satin sheets and piles of pillows, sleeping. Her lips are curled in a pretty little smile, and I know she dreams about something ever so hot and probably very, very naughty.She stop for the briefest of moments and wonder to myself if I will be able to tease her beautiful, responsive body as she dreams of hands.