As I started to slip on my shorts, she instantly gave me grief. "Ohh! Look who's starting to wear underwear at night. No more loose shorts and looser morals? Hiding your little friend away? Awww, that's sad."

I knew she was right. There was only one reason I was wearing underwear. "Amie's father is here. You know how I react to the women in this house."

"Do I ever! It's the nicest thing about you." She stood up and came to me, squatting down and lowering my boxers, allowing my brand new hard-on to breathe. "Everyone knows you have your favorites Jack, but not your friend here. He's got a...