"Vicar's Daughter" Ended up back at Helen's house having progressed rather quickly from a Birthday kiss for me in the pub to some petting on the beach to fairly hasty petting and snogging in the kitchen of her family home. I knew her parents as she'd been girlfriend of a local mate of mine some time before (but we'd always had a soft spot for one another) and had been round her place loads of times as part of the wider social group we were all in. Her Father was Vicar of the church next door to their house, a decent guy to be fair. Anyways, I lifted her up on the counter by the cooker and as she wrapped her legs around me and we made up for a couple of years of admiring glances not acted upon. It was dark as her Father tripped over the other couple we'd dragged back with us (her girlfriend Rachel had brought her fella too) who had by now started mating on the floor, though Helen and I weren't aware they'd got THAT far. As he fell into the kitchen after switching on the light he hadn't given me or Helen time to put her boobies back in her blouse nor the other chap on top of Rachel time to re-install his member back in his jeans. So basically he got an eyeful of what must have seemed a proper student orgy. BUT the weirdest thing was he was entirely apologetic and backed-out of the room most graciously, excusing himself by saying he had heard something downstairs and thought he'd better check, there had been no intention to interrupt, please forgive etc etc. Better still, he said he wouldn't disturb us again, which, to us four, was the total green light for resuming pre-disturbance affections. After reassurances from Helen that she reckoned he probably hadn't gone to get a sword or shotgun the light was off in an instant. Top bloke !!