Since the call, the day had seemed to have become brighter, the sun, shooting through the window onto her skin, felt stronger. The room was airier and... smelled fragrant. She could not wait to tell Bridget that she could stop but she would have to wait until she came home, and that was normally around eleven.A celebration was in order, at least for her and Bridget anyway. She decided she would cook a special meal tonight and it would be Bridget's favourite, Cheese and broccoli bake with lashings. She spun twice and hooked her fingers into her panties. They were shear enough to see her pubic hair clearly through them. She pulled them tight against her body, and into her lips. Immediately I could see a wet spot form on the front of them. She knew it as well, and gave me a seductive grin. Finally, she slid her panties down her hips, across her knees, to the floor. As she stepped out of them, she stood before me briefly, giving me the opportunity to admire the beauty of her charms, and then. He looked down at his front and saw a big, red stain surrounding a hole on the right side of his shirt. He quickly removed the garment, exposing his breasts to the warm, jungle air. He examined his breasts and abdomen, and found not even a scratch on their perfect surface. But the right side of his shirt was clearly soaked in blood. This was weird.He put the shirt back on, but only buttoned the top half of the buttons. He took the two tails of the shirt and tied them in a knot under his. I think we need to get you cleaned up. Wait here I'll be right back." She smiles and says; " ok daddy." I go to the bathroom get a wash towle and bring it back to clean her face and hands off of the gobs of cum that had landed on them. I get back up take the washcloth and towle back to the bathroom and come back torwards the bottom of the bed. Cindy is laying on her back with her hard erect nipples sticking straight up on a just forming set of breast, with her legs spread slightly apart showing.