Lily ran into her family's big suburban split level house. She was home from her first date. Her big blue eyes were shiny with tears.

When Lily started to climb the stairs to her room, she heard her name. She tiptoed into the living room, glancing up at the grandfather clock. She was late. She entered the living room casually, smoothing wrinkles from her short pink dress.

"You okay?" Don Thompson asked.

"Yeah," Lily said, and then stuttered excuses for her lateness. While she spoke of her first date, her voice broke. She looked down. Her father always knew when she was lying. She started to cry. Then her daddy's hand patted the couch next to him.

"Tell me the truth," he said, drawing on his pipe.

Lily noticed the torn strap, on her dress. She sighed. Then she explained everything. The movie had turned out to be a drive-in. The sudden groping and squeezing of Lily's big firm tits. And then she paused.

Don's stare told her toga on.

Lily couldn't talk to her mother. The two of them never got along. But Lily knew Daddy would understand.

"Then he unzipped his pants," she went on. "He pulled out his."

"His cock, Lily," finished her father. She blushed, and just nodded her long blonde curls.

"And he told me to… touch it." She was breathing more strongly. "He put his hand on my. You know, my…"

"Say it, Lily. He put his hand on your pussy."

She nodded again, looking down in embarrassment. "Yeah, my pussy."

Lily could feel her blush spread over her cheeks and down her neck to the firm upper slopes of her tits. She looked up at her father.

He drew on his pipe, smiling around the stem. His dark red robe was closed over his body. Lily caught herself wondering if Daddy was naked under that soft robe.