I leaned back against the wall of the summerhouse opening my dress at the front revealing my long legs and my underwear look at this I told him while ...you relieve your self. I chose to look away as not to embarrass him I could hear his breathing becoming heavy as he was about to cum. After he had finished I quickly adjusted my dress and made my way back to the cottage I could not believe what I had just done. I had allowed this man to relive himself while showing my self to him what ever was I. “Oh fuck,” she whispers. What the hell am I doing? She crawls out of the bed and practically runs to the bathroom, down the hall. Once in, she locks the door and splashes her face with cold water. She looks at herself in the mirror. Her long pink colored hair frames her face. Her Jersey knit chemise clings tightly to her breasts, turning see through where the water from her face drips down.Candace stares deep into the eyes reflecting back at her. “He’s your father. What are you doing?” It has. Look into my eyes. I want you Holly."He kissed the tip of her nose making her blink and then switched to his right hand and fingers playing with her left nipple. "You don't have to answer my questions. If you don't answer I take it as a yes. What I'm doing feels good? Your body is turned on?" She didn't answer. He continued, "If you tell me to stop I will! Close your eyes Holly." She closed her eyes as he instructed. She heard his belt buckle jingle and a few more seconds passed as he. "We oughta stop it--we oughta tell her." But his words lacked conviction.Mabel shook her head. "You know we can't do that," she sighed. "Anyway, I guess she's bein' well paid for it."George squeezed Mabel's fleshy buttocks, then drew his finger up the cleft. Mabel winced. "Does that hurt?" George asked.Mabel smiled. "Not when you do it." The bastard," said George again, remembering. "I'd like to castrate the son-of-a-bitch."She reached down to George's crotch, squeezed at the fleshy mass there..