"Ron, what the hell are you doing in here?" and quickly tried covered herself with the small washrag the best she could.We only have one bathroom and ...I explained I had to piss real bad, apologizing for not knocking but stating the door wasn’t latched. To my surprise, she told me to go ahead and go but make it quick. As I stood at the toilet, with my back to her, I could see her in the mirror above the sink. Her tits were still covered by the washrag but I could still see the firm round sides of. I’m wondering how she feels about it. I, her father, made her cum. That is so wrong. Absolutely not accepted socially. I hope no one will ever find out about this.And I can’t stop thinking about how this shaving experience must have felt from Ava’s perspective. She was clearly aroused - I saw her wetness, her enlarged clitoris. Is it just a mechanical reflex? What was she thinking about? Was she imagining someone else shaving her, giving her pleasure? Her ex-boyfriend? A crush of hers? Or did. He had modified his first charge to take out the entrance hatch. As soon as he had gained entry the clock would start ticking as the alarm would be triggered. Most ships of that configuration were equipped with a silent alarm carried by the captain and second in command. If they were asleep and not carrying their alarm then he had plenty of time, but he did not want to take any chances.With the heavy clouds, the gardens were in pitch blackness. His night vision goggles allowed him to see easily. Agnes pulled Leslie’s panties down and explored her bare pussy. She licked and sucked on her clitoris which made Leslie scream. She pushed her finger into her vagina and finger-fucked her while slurping her sweet juices that poured out of Leslie’s pussy.Agnes continued to finger fuck Leslie and when Leslie screamed and cried and had multiple orgasms is when she got up and brought her to the bed. Leslie got comfortable on the bed and Agnes took off her clothes. She had some contraption.