It's her friend, Melanie Evans.
From Torg Adventure
You and your daughter freeze as Melanie slips into the room furtively and closes the door behind her. Suddenly, she notices the two of you lying there. For a full five seconds you all look at each other before she starts to open the door behind her to leave.
"Wait!" "Wait!" you both cry out, rushing up to stop her. you barely grab her hand and pull her back before she can get out. Pinning her arms behind her back, you ask her to just wait a bit and you'll explain.
"I'm, I'm sorry," says Melanie. "I didn't realize the two of you... I promise I won't tell anyone-"
"Wait a second," your daughter cuts in. "Daddy, can you hold her still for a minnit?"
Puzzled, you hold onto her as your daughter walks over and slips her hand up under Melanie's blouse. Melanie, you can't help but notice, keeps on sneaking glances down at your very erect penis, even as she struggles, trying to get away.
Your daughter pulls out a CD from under her friend's blouse. "My new Backsync Boyz 2 Men CD!" she cries angrily. "So THAT'S where my disks have been disappearing to!"
You take Melanie by the hand and drag her out into the living room. Your daughter (still nude) follows. Pushing Melanie onto her stomach on the floor and pinning her arms, you instruct your daughter to sit on her and hold her still.
Melanie turns and keeps staring at your penis as you walk to the phone to call her mother. As she answers, Melanie starts calling out to her for Help.
Hello? Oh my god, that's Melanie isn't it? What did she do this time? "Mrs. Evans? I'm the father of one of your daughter's friends." Oh yes, we met once before… is this about all her new CDs? "Yes, I'm afraid it is." Oh my God, I'm so sorry. She told me your daughter had given them to her. She had been such a good influence on my Melanie. Before they met, she had been smoking, stealing, doing drugs and getting bad grades and now… well, three out of four is still good. What do you want for me to do? Anyth- "Well, she's at my place. I'd like to get your permission to discipline her-" Yes, yes of course you have my permission. Do whatever you think is fair. I'm so sorry you had to be dragged into this.
Incredibly horny still, you hang up the phone and walk back to the girls. Lifting up the back of Melanie's skirt, you admire her buttocks, nicely framed by a thong panty as you repeat what her mother had told you: "'You have my permission. Do whatever you think is fair.' How old are you, Melanie?"
"18."
So, what do you do next?
