He did the same thing she had, looking her up and down. She brought a hand to touch her unruly pubic hair.“I think this looks weird,” she said, pu...lling at it.“It looks soft,” he said. “You don’t look like I thought a naked girl would look like.”“What’s that mean?” she asked, feeling like he was about to attack her.“I just can’t see anything down there,” he said. “I’ve seen pictures ... you know ... like on the internet. I guess you can see a lot better that way, or something.”She got it then.. “Would you like to go out for a while?” suggested Bob. “Maybe a ride to the park to see if the water falls are frozen, an early dinner, a few drinks.”“Sounds like fun. I need to take a shower and get dressed.”“There are towels in the bathroom closet. I’ll take a shower when you’re done. Take your time.” I couldn’t help feel that Bob was hoping I would invite him to shower with me, but I wouldn’t be comfortable with all of my clothes off in front of any man. I thought of my breast forms as I. He pushed off for a drive serve and I was right behind him, five feet back at the safety line. We played hard for over twenty minutes until my last serve came scooting back against the wall three feet away from me and he flubbed the return. He turned and argued with the ref for a hinder, but the line judge put thumbs down and the match was mine. He still ignored my offered hand and stormed off the court. I stepped out and Lissa grabbed me to head in the opposite direction. That’s when I noticed. She picked up her brush and tapped the light to turn it off, leaving the room lit only by the light that managed to escape the bathroom through the almost closed door. Were we going downstairs? My already hard cock subsided a little. I realized that, despite the fear factor or maybe because of it, I got off on the danger of our little game proceeding in my Dad’s presence. Mom returned, stood in front of me, and handed me the brush.“It must be hard for you to brush my hair standing behind me.