When my girlfriend took me home to meet her family, I was expecting an interrogation and all the usual meet-the-parents stuff.

What I wasn’t expecting was to sleep in her frilly childhood bedroom, still full of stuffed animals and girlie-teenager paraphernalia. My first thought was that a lace factory had thrown up in her doorway. Then I just thanked my lucky stars that she’d outgrown that kind of decorating.

Cassandra’s parents were nice enough, and things seemed to be going well, but by the third night of our four-night stay, I was horny as hell and dying to get some action. And the only thing standing in my way was Cassandra’s parents. I know we were visiting them, but still, they were always around. And they weren’t the kind of parents who went to bed early, either. Her dad was... Leer Más