Get up," Jack said, as Marie did as he said, rolling over onto her back."Yeah, just like that," He said, "Hey, honey..." Yeah?" I said, sitting up on ...my knees with my hands between them."Want to see if she eats as good as she sucks?"Marie looked a tad confused at first, but then let a smile creep up on her face. "I get to eat mommy's cunt?" You sure do," Jack said, situating himself between his daughter's thighs and rubbing his shaft along her pussy lips.Gleeful, I situated myself over my. ." he murmured to himself as he crept up the stairs. He grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and tiptoed into the living room.His daughter was sitting in his favorite chair. "Jacqueline?" he called out, confused."Hi Daddy." Then she noticed the knife. "Oh, getting ready to poke me with something else you shouldn't?"He stepped back. "What?"She stood up and walked toward him, very unlike how he remembered his daughter; she seemed like a cat stalking its prey.She stopped in front of him and. What caught my attention was where her hands were. One was tucked into her unbuttoned hiking shorts, the other squeezing a nipple. I stood there mesmerized, loving the show, until my dogs got her attention – startling her and causing her to abruptly stand up. As she looked around, quickly slipping into her t-shirt and buttoning her shorts, I walked purposefully into the clearing, calling the dogs. She smiled nervously as the dogs ran back to me playfully and then found another scent trail in. He wondered if he had been unfair to leave that out of the argument. He decided not. He would have said so if she had asked. He would have said so if he she approached him in a different way. So be it.James was walking home at a quick pace after his first day on the job. He had been thinking about shopping for a television set after dinner, but the scene with Doris changed his mind. Instead, he thought that he would lay in a supply of groceries. As he rounded the corner of Whitman St. he saw.