They had some old towels they put down. Daddy didn’t go down on her, but other than that, they made love every day unless one of them was sick. She ...didn’t have cramps or pains, and neither did Sammie or I. We were both happy that daddy realized menstrual blood washes right off, and won’t make a guy’s dick fall off. I found orgasms more comforting than I could imagine any amount of pills or other drugs could ever be. I’d rather have daddy fucking me than all the sympathy in the world. I’m sure. We fixed the date, which was a week later. In the meantime, I started chatting with Smita to know her mental state to plan my program accordingly.While chatting, I learned that her husband is a Customs officer and stays abroad for a major part of the year. She said that she wanted her body to be satisfied. She asked whether there is any massage of that type, to which I replied, “Yes, The Yoni Tantric Massage.”I reached her residence as per schedule. She was in her nightdress, loosely knotted.. Everybody agreed to go swimming cause this would do us all good and cool us down. So we walked to the lake.A few minutes later we arrived at the lake after climbing over the fence. The Lake was surrounded by a large forest so nobody could see us. The lake was calm, there was no wind, the sun burning on our flesh. We wanted to jump in the lake, the only problem was that we didn't have any swimming outfits, no bikini's or nothing and the guys had the same problem. So we decided to go swimming in. I felt like I was about to pee myself, and all I was doing was walking down the street. Little kids in costumes passed me going the other way, with their parents behind them. Everybody stared at me. At least that’s how it felt. The dads looked extra close. One of them whistled when he saw me, long and low, and he said something to Uncle Teddy, who followed a few steps behind me.“What did he say?”“That I’m lucky to have such a pretty niece.”“Really?”“More or less. Look, if this bothers you, we.