Carol and my dad’s relationship wasn’t something anyone talked about, hell my father would even scowl when Carol said anything remotely related to... the two of them spending any time together. I first noticed this years ago, and when I asked my actual mother about it she simply said “a wife’s main purpose is for making babies and a woman who can’t produce the number of children her husband wants is doomed”. And that folks is one of the grim aspects of my father’s values. I never asked him. This was ridiculous he thought, but he dithered. This was his villa. This was bedroom, but he dithered. Peter was on the other side of that door with his wife. In his own bedroom... Timidly he knocked. He had to knock a second time before he got a response. 'Come in man! Come in. It is your bedroom after all.' Thomas he could hear Peter chuckling to himself. He opened the door and nervously walked in and froze. Peter stood in the middle of the room. He was completely naked. Suzanne. Becs is a hot little thing. She's got the perfect tits, perky but definitely handfuls. Who knows how they'll look when she's 50? Right now, they're perfect for grabbing, squeezing, licking, sucking. She's part of the group of girls at my college who actually dress femininely and cute. Most of the time she wears little skirts that show off her firm little ass and she has straight blonde hair to her shoulders. She looks like a hippie chick from out of the 60s, but more polished. The cutest thing. Fuck that, terrified even... I do promise that we'll behere for you, okay?"He nodded, and with much more determination that I had seen from him inthe last few hours he got up and offered to give Sam a lift home. A fewminutes later I waved as they drove off and then went to the livingroom to talk to my parents.Our conversation didn't take too terribly long, even with the surprisedgasps from mom and the concerned glances my Dad gave me. They both toldme they understood and that they were proud of.