"You've grown," he commented, bouncing his knee. "You weigh as much as a full grown doe." Papa!" she chastised him, but she burrowed into his chest."I... missed you," he whispered."I thought you hated me," she sighed, letting the fear leak out of her in steady waves."I could never hate you," he said. "I loved you. I thought I loved you too much. I was ashamed that I wanted you as a woman, rather than as my daughter." I loved it when you wanted me like that," she whispered. "I was so lonely up in. You're sure his heels will fit?" "You know, when that pimp and whore scenario we cooked up last Halloween didn't work, Bill was very disappointed. He'd been hoping that all three of us would be available to that priapic cock of his even that very night, so you wouldn't need to sneak around behind Cary's back any more. He really wanted to get back to the bisexuality he'd enjoyed before we got married. I promised him he could when I started up again on mine, but I never really delivered on. Maybe that was as bold as he would get. His eyes stayed fixed on his wife’s exposed bottom, almost breathless. Minutes drifted by. He would love to tell her what had happened once they landed, he could see the look on her face now. She was so cute when she blushed. The hand returned. A single index finger reached out whisper-gentle … …. and traced a slow line across where her sex hid beneath her white panties. 'What the Fuck' he thought, a territorial. So there we all were, me on my knees, Jacob still in shock, about to cry, and Bryan standing in the doorway. He slowly came toward us, Jacob and I jumped up so fast you would have sworn the room was hot lava. There was no where to run, and like most people do when they are frightened, we did something stupid. We both ran into the closet and closed the door. Once we were behind the door, we realized what we had just done, and no sooner than we realized this, Bryan opened the closet door. He just.