Well, I soon put Dad’s business trip in the back of my mind. I kept on dancing and getting great tips. Men seemed to enjoy what I was doing, and eve...n my peers complimented me. I was not a built-up muscle man, but I carried what I had well. I was working out at the gym three or four times a week, and it suited me well.I was afraid to admit it but I wanted to try out my dad's friends. I really had a hankering for men in suits. I also wanted to show off in front of my father, and shake my stuff at. Immediately i got a reply 8 you too better be ready or your getting left. I responded with o.k and a haha chukle. So i went back to watching the game then 5 minutes later i got another text i picked it up to see who it was. My home screen said morgan so i put my phone code in to see her reply. To my surprise it was a picture i wonder why she sent a picture i thought opening it to see her in a skimpy little pink bikini? I was confused why did she send me this. Then i got a text oh my gosh I'm. Harry tried to drink black coffee, just a he did every Sunday morning, and read the sports and financial sections of the newspaper. The coffee tasted vile to his changed taste buds. His favorite sections of the newspaper seemed . . . boring. He should have detected that something more was amiss when he had to spit his coffee back into the cup. He uttered a most non-adult, "Ewww! This stuff is really yucky!"From across the kitchen, Maggie cocked on curious eyebrow. It wasn't until Harry noticed. Feeling refreshed but still horny when they were in the living room drinking beer, Stacy told Betty seeing her mother and father in action had helped her get over her feelings of shame and guiltSaying she was glad her plan had worked out, Betty then wanted to know if Stacy was upset because of the sex they'd had. Stacy said she wasn't, and was glad she'd learned to enjoy still another sex act.They were still standing, each sipping from a can of beer. Betty said she'd like to go down on Stacy.