‘We could maybe make it a themed event. Instead of black tie maybe go with a nautical theme?’ Stacey suggested, and Belinda stared at her wide-eye...d unbelieving that anyone on this team would suggest such a grossly inappropriate thing. ‘Good God,’ Phillip, a man in his early thirties and on the fast track through the company rolled his eyes. ‘Why is she even on our team, as if I have to ask?’ There was a murmur of assent around the table and Belinda could see the girl was unsure of the problem. I got up and went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Afterwards, I slipped on my panties and put my robe on, I laid in the bed listening to the rain coming down, in shock of what just happened.The next morning, my dad kept his head down and didn't say a word to me, except to ask if I was ready to leave the motel. We got in the car, and it was quiet all the way back to the mortuary. It was tearing me up; I couldn't have my dad thinking. I hated him and not speaking to me.I knew he felt. I could hear my sisters moans and grunts as they added to my excitement. She was keeping somewhat quiet but with her being "The only one home" she was not too concerned with making sounds. That thought struck me. I had to be very concerned about making sounds if I wanted to keep watching. I also realized I would have to do something about the hardness in my pants as soon as possible. I didn't want to miss any of the show so I opted to stay and suffer a while longer. As her excitement mounted,. Anyway, my teenage years were dominated by the thoughts that men were bad and just wanted to make girls lose their virtue, although we were never told exactly what that meant. I met my husband at a church dance. All dances and meetings with boys were chaperoned. We’d never been alone at all until we got married. The first night of our honeymoon was a disaster. Neither of us knew what we were supposed to do. We were aroused and we thought we knew where to put things, but nobody told me about my.