I turned the nightstand lamp on low and then faced her. I unfastened the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her slender legs. She stepped from... them and I saw that underneath she wore a pair of black briefs. The fabric was sheer enough that I could discern the shadow of a natural bush.While she slipped out of her shoes I stripped to my briefs. Then, facing her I grasped her bandeau and lifted it over her outstretched arms. I scanned her up and down. “Sensational,” I remarked as I. .. thirteen (spank). Fourteen."Her ass was now a rosy red and my handprint dcorated her firm butt cheeks. She wa panting and heaving. Angry little sobs trickled out of her. That was when my life changed. That was when I decided to rape my daughter.I fliped her on her back and forced her legs apart. I held her down and began kissing her lewdly. I wanted her to know."Defiant slut, I bet you aren't even a virgin. You probably gave it away to your punk boyfriend. Well I've got news for you, if he. I agonized for a moment over theblouse. Was it too sheer? The bra was very sheer too. Were my nipplesvisible? It made no difference. I had to wear exactly what Paul had specified.I arrived at the address Paul had given me bu taxi, arriving exactly atnine a.m. I found the key where Paul had said it would be. I let myself inand found the house empty, obviously waiting for new tenants. I walkedthrough to the kitchen. A barstool was set in the exact center of the room. Onthe counter I found. To my astonishment I saw my mother in law was actually in today and was sat on her bed talking to her friend who is of a similar age (early fifties) called Susan. For some reason I didn't announce I was there, I just sat outside the bedroom watching them talk through the gap that had been left. I started listening to the conversation which seemed to be about clothes. Helen was saying she didn't like how she looked in most of her clothes and how it was difficult to get bra's to fit her. Helen.