My dad

You arrive at your parents house with your girlfriend Amy. It's your guys five year anniversary, and you've got big plans. You ring the doorbell and wait, the anticipation building in the air. The door opens to reveal your mom, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She pulls you both into a tight hug, her warmth enveloping you like a blanket. "Happy Anniversary, sweetheart!" she says, kissing your cheek. Your dad steps out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He nods, a proud smile on his face. You can smell the aroma of a perfectly roasted chicken wafting through the house, and your stomach rumbles.

Your dad's eyes find your attractive young redhead girlfriend. Her pale smooth skin and emerald eyes seem to glow under the soft light of the porch lamp. He nods at her warmly. "Amy," he says, his voice deep and gruff, but filled with affection. "It's great to see you again."

Amy gave him a great big smile. "Thanks, sir. It's wonderful to see you too." She stepped into the house, taking in the familiar scents of your childhood home. The living room remained unchanged, filled with the same plush couches and worn-out armchair that had seen countless family gatherings and lazy Sundays. Photographs of you and your siblings lined the walls, a visual timeline of your lives growing up.

You help your mom set the table for dinner as you leave your father alone with Amy. You could hear their muffled conversation from the kitchen, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. As you place the last plate down, your mom gives you a knowing wink. "You know your dad's got something planned for the two of you tonight." she whispers, her voice a mix of amusement and excitement.

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Your dad leers at Amy who wears a slightly revealing deep cut blouse that accentuates her curves. He said to Amy. "You can call me Mark. 'Sir' a tad bit formal." He chuckles, his eyes twinkling. "Or well, if you're into that sort of thing..." The air thickens with a playful tension that only a father-in-law can induce.

Amy's cheeks flush pink, and she giggles nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Mark. I'll keep that in mind," she says, her voice light and airy.

He reaches out gently brushing against her hip. "I've got a surprise for you both after dinner," he says, his gaze lingering on Amy. "You seem the type that enjoys surprises."

Amy feels a bit queasy from the awkwardness, but she manages to keep her smile intact as she sits down at the dinner table. The chicken looks delicious, but the anticipation of what's to come overshadows her appetite. She takes a sip of water, trying to cool the heat rising in her cheeks.

"What is wrong babe?" You ask unaware of the tension that's built up between your dad and Amy.

She shakes her head, forcing a smile. "Nothing, just a bit warm," she says, fanning herself with a napkin

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