Petticoats and Boyfriends
Petticoats and boyfriends Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I saw the clothes I tried to move away, but my dad stood there with his hand firmly grasping my arm, so I was unable to do anything but moan. My mother stood next to the bed, grim faced but determined. I was told to strip, and looking at my dad I knew I didn't have a choice, so I undressed to my shorts. "Those too," mom said, "then I want you to put these on." "Do I have to? I'll never do it again! I...