“He is a lovely man, but sometimes can’t help himself,” she continued, “ I’ve spent the last twenty-five years of marriage trying to keep hi...m out of trouble.” I remember thinking that perhaps I could hear a tone of sadness, even pain, behind her words. We walked in silence for a few moments, and I didn’t really know what to say to her. “I’d like to ask you to do something for me, Katherine,” she said suddenly. I looked at her, surprised. “Well..I suppose so. What do you mean?” I replied.. Almost unconsciously I find my fingers rubbing the skin between my daughter's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. I realize that I'm trying to work up the nerve to take advantage of her sleeping to molest her.- AnnaI can't take it anymore. I love the feel of his hand between my breasts, the pleasant weight of it. I think his breathing is different, somehow heavier, so erotic. I'm imagining it, of course, but the very fact that I imagine my dad is aroused by me, is pure insanity. I'm. She groaned out loud. She desperately struggled to touch him to please him in reciprocation. Finally, she abruptly swirled and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him pressing her body against him. He grabbed her naked ass cheeks and pressed her loins hard against him. When their kiss terminated, he pushed her away gently holing her at an arm's length. His mesmerising eyes probed hers as he asked,”Are you ready for the ritual?" Jamuna wasn’t in the mood to reply. Dropping to her. They decide on a trip away to sort things out. Aunt Tili was to look after me.Dad had bought an old passenger bus and converted it into a mobile home, nothing fancy, just the things to make life comfortable. Their destination was a place down the coast we called 'The Womb', a place of peace and tranquillity with wild life abound, and hopefully a place of reconciliation.I got home from school the first day of Aunt Tili's stay. "Get cleaned up Fur ball;" I had accepted Porkie's insult as another.