.. a man-whore. I can't get you to even look at me anymore and you take your own daughter to our bed. I'm calling the police."ROBERT "Are you such an ...unsatisfied woman, that you have to call the police on your husband, to get off?"Karol, as JESSICA "Molly, Robert ... why are you yelling so loud? What's going on out here?"MOLLY "Did your father abuse you last night? Did he have sex with you?"JESSICA "Yes. We had really wonderful sex ... but it wasn't abuse. I wanted it — He wanted me. It was. When I finally felt stable enough I stripped out of my bathing suit and walked down the hallway and stepped into the shower. Fifteen minutes under a cold shower revived my somewhat foggy brain and I stepped out and dried off then walked back to my room and was standing by the closet looking for something to wear when I heard a noise behind me. I turned and there was Josh, standing in the doorway and smiling at me and my naked body. "What the hell do you think you're doing young man?" Admiring a. Amma would give her husband a massage and would straddle him to give him a very vigorous massage which lasted a couple of minutes. On the way back home she would sit down on the roadside benches to rest two three times and she would drag me close to her to caress me and kiss me cupiously and keep telling me that I am a “Good Baba”. We had a big house and Amma had her own small room where she had had a cot, a table and chair and a couple calendars with Gods pics. Amma generally brought me back. Joshua only made it a few steps into the bathroom before he came to a complete stop and stared transfixed at his daughter. He swallowed hard and placed one hand on top of his suddenly achingly hard cock in an attempt the relieve the pressure. He had been right - Claire was still caught up in slowly and mindlessly washing herself in the shower. She had a sponge in one hand and was laboriously running it up and down her torso. The water cascaded down over her body in thick rivulets and Joshua.