" It could be a wedding dress mom, and you know you look great in it." Maybe it would be worth it if the right guy took you to this Ball" dadsaid with... a grin."Maybe. We'll see." Dad" I said, Cheryl and I are going to look at lingerie. Can we meetyou guys somewhere, in a few hours?"Together, they said, "Okay," and we split as fast as we could.We set them up, and while both Cheryl and I had each lost a parent todeath, and we lived close enough together, we hoped that our parentswould "find" each. I had applied to a number of colleges and universities. The more accurate statement would be that Angie and I applied to the schools. We spent hours in the office going over applications and preparing the essay and biography.Most of the schools I applied to were Ivy League. My parents insisted. I was smart enough, and my parents could pay.I wanted to study science and wanted to go to either MIT or Stanford. My father was happy that I wanted to study science. His undergrad degree was in. His eyes were on her, and they had changed slightly, looking now more hungry than playful. She was acutely aware of his arm again, and shifted slightly, not knowing what to say. He pulled her face up and kissed her, and for a moment it was light, and surprising and she kissed him back. Then his mouth grew more aggressive on hers. His arm more tense and she pulled her mouth away. He pressed himself against her and leaned her up against the side of the barn. She muffled her disapproval through. My left hand reached for my cock and I began to beat off while I watched Steph give a memorable blow job to our friend.We all knew that we wouldn't last much longer before cumming. He and I stood and Steph stayed on her knees in front of us. Steph again had a cock in each hand and she took turns sucking on both of us. There were times where his cock and my cock were in her mouth at the same time. Steph began to suck just my cock and he was jerking off and was just about to cum.When she saw this.