?" Despite the awkwardness of his speech he didn't suffer from the blushing and fear of eye contact that had gripped me since earlier in the afternoon.... "Just ask, I guess," was my reply. The fact that he seemed to be making plans for our next encounter gave me further reassurance that I hadn't performed too badly."Yeah, that makes sense," he laughed shyly. "Um, do you want to play something?" He didn't wait for my answer, he just picked up a controller and fired up the XBOX. I was relieved to. “I had never looked at you sexually before,” my daughter continued, “but I had never had four glasses of wine either. I took my clothes off, removed your underpants, and was fascinated by your penis. I had not seen one since I last saw yours when I was nine years old. I had never seen an erect one at all. While I was admiring your male organ you sobered up enough for us to have the conversation I already told you about. Can’t you remember any of this?” “Some of it’s coming back to. Be careful. Now, I'm gonna have to pick something different to talk about, because I can't think of that show without getting even more aroused. What should we talk about, this time?"Katherine suggested, "I know! Let's talk about things women wear around their necks, and how those things, some colored black and starting with the letter 'C', help enslave them to their wonderful brother-masters." She giggled, and then added, "Or son-masters, as the case may be."Susan smiled as she said, "Angel,. Patience, girl. Patience.” So, we entered the house and I took her on the usual house tour. Of course, the bedroom was last on the tour itinerary since I was planning to spend a LOT of time there. We walked into the bedroom and stopped to look out the window. Turns out that the view from that window was really spectacular since it overlooked a forest behind the house. So as she was gazing out the window, I stood behind her. I slowly and lightly put my hands on her shoulders. That was easy.