"What's wrong with you? Getting waterlogged?" Kelli giggled. I had not even been aware of it, but I had been just standing in the pool staring at her ...for who knows how long. "Not me!" I retorted, and lunged for her. In a flash we were playing tag again. She was quick as an otter, and slipperier than a trout, and not above flailing those pretty little feet at me in escape, for I was the hunter in this game and she the prey. For several minutes of wild splashing she avoided my grasp, but finally. . I sat, dazed and lust-stricken with this enchanting young girl. My cock struggled and strained against the heavy jeans I wore, teased into a hot, dripping, frenzy by Lizvette's overtly sexual display. She must have meant for me to overhear her compliment. I reached inside my waistband to straighten my lengthening shaft and wondered if she treated every father she met to the same pleasure, the sight of her young, heart-shaped ass, bent and wiggling as if offering to be fucked. I wasn't so vain. She put her hands on my thighs as she looked up into my eyes. In her eyes I saw something I never want to see again. She was heartbroken. Sure they were just a pair of shoes. And yes she probably should have thought it out a bit more before buying them. But now that she had and made our money troubles more so, it really bothered her. And that bothered me - I had to find a way to fix this and make it so that she could redeem herself. That's when I noticed that Jenn's hands running up and down. Without belaboring the day-to-day of what I was doing, I found reasons to ride with Brad in both his car and his SUV, and planted GPS bugs in each without raising suspicion.I briefed Trudy, frequently and surreptitiously, on my progress. During one of our discussion, I asked how things were."Worse," she said, great sadness coating the word and lining her face. "He hasn't, well, touched me since before I came to see you. He got really snippy last weekend, and at one point I thought he was going.