Harvey, and yourself have a talk

"Busted!" Rachel says with a wide smile, causing everyone to chuckle.

"Of course the drinks that I'm referring to are the glasses of Buck's Fizz over the Christmas holidays, dad". Amy explains, using a look of faux innocence that appears to be another thing she shares with her sister.

"Yeah, right!" Harvey snorts derisively, before dropping the matter. "Come on inside Rachel, John. The party start at the pub in just under a couple of hours. That gives us plenty of time to freshen up and get ready".

Everyone agrees and you all go through the front door, and into the hallway. The hallway is tastefully decorated with warm colours.The numerous framed photographs on the walls and the table on which the home phone sits upon show the the family smiling and looking happy in lots of different locations. From your cursory glances at the photos, and witnessing the interaction between Rachel and her family it is apparent that it is a very loving, tight knit family. Obviously Sarah, and Harvey's struggle to start a family together has made their daughters extremely precious to them, despite Amy and Rachel's 'condition'.

"We haven't got the sofa bed anymore, so you will have to share Rachel's room, John". Sarah says, causing you to cease your examinations of the photographs and to pay attention to the conversation at hand. 

"He can bunk with me!" Amy murmurs mischeviously in your ear, which Rachel overhears and flashes a dirty look her way.

"That would be great. Thank you, Sarah". You reply, pretending not to have witnessed the brief exchange between the girls

"John, that's quite a fancy sports car you have there. Would you be so kind, and let us go for a drive?" Harvey asks, causing his wife to make an exasperated sound. "What? We won't be long, and a fiver says that if we end up being late, waiting for someone it will be yourself or one of our daughters!" 

"Despite the short time I've known your eldest daughter, I hate to think how much time I've already spent waiting for her!" You say, shooting a sly smile Rachel's way

"John!" She protests with a pout.

"Try a lifetime with three women, son!" Harvey quips.

"Hey!" The three women in question chorus indignantly, causing Rachel's father and yourself to chuckle softly.

"How about that ride?" He asks.

"Sure. Lead the way". You reply, before putting down your bag, and fish your keys out of your pocket. 

"See you soon ladies". Harvey says, before planting a quick kiss on his wife's lips. 

As he opens the front door you take one last look at Rachel. Your beautiful girlfriend has a mischevious smile on her lips. "Good luck explaining the windscreen!" She mouths to you silently.

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"This is a really nice motor, John. How long have you had it?" Harvey asks, admiring the sleek curves of your car.

"Nearly two years. We had a really good bonus at work that year, and I'd been saving for quite a while for a new car". You explain, unlocking the car before passing him the keys.

Rachel's father opens the driver's side door and gets into the seat seat, while you take the passenger's seat for the first time since you test drove the car from the dealership.

"Is there any special way to get this thing going, or is it the good old fashioned key in the ignition ploy?" Harvey asks, adjusting the seat slightly while taking in the interior of the car.

"Key in the ignition". You reply, before noticing that your girlfriend's father is staring at the stains on the windscreen, and rearview mirror. 

"Care to explain this, John?" From his expression it is apparent that he has an idea where they have come from. 

"Harvey, I...."

"Save it, John". He interrupts firmly but gently. Surprisingly he doesn't seem at all angry. "Believe me when I tell you that I know what 'that' is. You wouldn't believe the number of times Sarah and I caught her playing with herself once she hit puberty. To be honest, I think she gets her appetite from her mother!" He adds with a conspiratorial wink.

"I'm not one of those old fashioned 'not under my roof' fathers. I just ask for two things from you". He continues, looking you square in the eye.

"And what are they?" You ask, scarcely believing you are having this conversation with your girlfriend's father.

"Just because I'll let you 'do it' with my daughter in my house, it doesn't mean that I want to hear it. So keep the noise down!" 

"And the second condition, sir?" You ask, wondering how on earth you managed to get into this situation.

"If you two make a mess, make sure that you clean it up! Rachel did need to have her sheets changed on a regular basis once puberty hit"

"Sure thing, Harvey. You have my word. Forgive me, but why are you giving me your blessing to make love to your daughter under your roof?"

"Listen, John. Rachel will always be my little girl to me, but she is grown up, and fully capable of making her own choices in life." Harvey responds, looking you square in the eye. "It was hard for her growing up. Not being able to have normal relationships with guys, especially as she is a real looker and had guys hitting on her constantly. I remember telling her that one day she would find someone who loves her for who she is, and her 'condition' wouldn't matter to them".

Harvey shuffles around in the driver's seat before continuing. "I haven't seen Rachel as happy as I have today in a long time. The phone calls, and messages we've got from her in the past few weeks have been telling us about the wonderful guy that you are. After all that she has been through, there is no way that I'm going to try and ruin what you two have together".

"Thank you, sir. Er, Harvey. I really appreciate it. I really am crazy about her". You say sincerely, offering him your hand which he shakes firmly.

"My pleasure, son. Now we better not be too long, otherwise my wife will start making wedding plans for you two......"

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"Rachel? Can I come in?" You ask, gently knocking on her bedroom door.

"Sure. Come on in!" The busty brunette's sing song voice replies from the other side of the door.

You open the door, and are greeted by the site of your gorgeous girlfriend clad only in a racy pair of black undies, and a black bra. A very familiar silver necklace dangles from her neck in the valley between her her huge breasts. Turning your gaze upwards to her beautiful face you notice that her hair is damp. Evidently she has rinsed it lately.

"I know you said you had a crush on Harisson Ford growing up. You weren't lying!" You state, pointing to the various posters and photographs of the iconic actor plastered on the bedroom walls. 

One poster has Ford in the white tuxedo he wore in the opening part in Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Doom. In another poster he is wearing Indiana's iconic brown leather jacket, and fedora hat. The poster facing Rachel's bed is a promotional shot from A New Hope with Han Solo in an action shot on the **** Star.

"You're not jealous are you?" The gorgeous brunette purrs, sauntering up to you before planting her soft lips onto yours. 

The kiss is soft, tender and sweet. It feels like quite a long time before the kiss ends, and you both pull away for air.

"Mum really likes you by the way". Rachel tells you softly in your ear. "She says that you have really nice manners".

"You have previously complimented me on my manners when I've been fucking your ass!" You whisper in her ear with a naughty smile.

"Yes, yes I have". Rachel purrs seductively. "You're such a gentleman. How did things go with dad?"

"Yeah, he enjoyed taking the car for a spin. We had a good talk, things went well..."

"But?" Rachel asks fearfully, seeing your hesitation.

"He called me out on the stains on the windshield. He knew what they were". You reply honestly.

"What did he have to say?" She asks, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"That he doesn't mind at all. In fact he's happy that you're happy, and he trusts your judgement. He apparently doesn't have any problems with us 'having fun' under his roof, providing we don't shove it in his face, keep it quiet and not to make a mess". 

Rachel's face slowly breaks into a smile that verges on ecstatic mixed with relief. "Oh, John, I'm so relieved". She pauses for a second, and you notice the naughty glimmer that appears in her eyes. "It's lucky that I packed those 'special shorts', and all those condoms". She purrs seductively, and her right hand begins to fondle your cock through your trousers. 

"Rachel". You whisper softly as your dick stiffens and swells in your boxers, thanks to the attention of her skilful fingers.

"Oh look at that! Did little old me cause that?" The busty brunette gasps in mock surprise, her index finger slowly traces the tell tale bulge in your trousers.

"You know the answer to that you naughty little slut!" You growl softly in her ear, causing her yelp in delight.

"I guess I do". Rachel purrs, sinking to her knees. Her fingers reach for the zipper of your trousers. "I caused this not so little problem, and there is only one way to deal with it...."