I dried off and reentered my cabin.The lump under the sheet indicated that Anna was still burrowed in. I still felt three quarters asleep and wouldn't... have minded joining her but I had stuff to do. I put on a pair of shorts and stumbled into the galley searching for breakfast. There I ran into Mari and Katherine who were talking to Sam. I assumed at this point they had stayed aboard in the spare cabins. Both looked at me and stared at my less than fully dressed appearance.Katherine was the. It started on my 14th birthday when his hug was too long and his hand touched my ass. His playful tickles and smacks changed. It seemed he was finding excuses to touch me. I was way too old to sit in his lap but he liked it, and his hand would slide up my skirt to brush my panties.I think it was supposed to make me feel bad. That's what people at school would've thought. Half of them were fucking their boyfriends on a regular basis but somehow I was wrong for letting my Dad touch me?As the year. Made you cum. Made you feel alive. Fixate on all that and swallow. ”She did, gulping the acrid salty piss down as she thought of her first touch through the feel of his fingers but minutes ago. He stepped away, bending down to pull her up. She was still shaking, reeking of piss, yet he kissed her gently. He brushed her wet hair out of her face, tilted her chin, stroked her cheek.“My secretary will be back soon, cunt. Hands on the desk, ” her psychiatrist told her. She did and he walked up. It was not the first time she had caught him eyeing up her body, and she knew he had been into her underwear drawer when she had been off to the shops. She felt a touch flattered, at his interest in her, being in her words “such an old bird,” but part of her dismissed the boys interest as just hormones, any woman would do to practise on sort of a passing thing, knowing she was the only woman in his reach. Her thoughts were interrupted by her son`s tractor unit, noisily backing into the side.