I did not respond to his earlier comment. Instead, I focused on dinner. "Yes, please. Order my usual, please. I'll be down after I get dressed." Once he left my room, I felt between my legs again. I was not surprised that I was wet again. The tension of my body being continuously worked up with no relief drove me crazy. I'll take care of that tonight, I thought. I put on panties, and my T-shirt as I headed downstairs.After dinner, my father asked me if I was excited about turning twenty-one. I told him that I was. But was nervous about going to the bar with him and the guys. I admitted that I had gotten drunk before, but I didn't have any experience with anything except beers and fruity canned drinks. I told him, I wouldn't know what to order at a bar.My father offered, "Well, you're close enough to the drinking age, so if you want, we can test alcohol to see what you like and don't like if you want. I mean, it's Sunday, what else are we going to do, right? Plus, we don't have to wo
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