"No!" the men said in unison."Guys don't talk about things like that," Bill said earnestly."Yeah," Tim said. "Young guys will brag when they get lucky... and maybe some immature grown up guys but no guy would talk to another guy about not, ah, about not, ah..." I know what you mean," Ruth said mollified by the explanation as she rescued Tim."Did Tim decide the same thing?" Susan asked shocked."Yeah," Ruth said drily. "And he used the same reasons. 'We've got to set the right example for the. “Good morning baby.” daddy said as he kissed me on my cheek, his hand placed firmly on my ass.“Yes it sure is.” I said as I winked and flashed a sweet sexy smile. I knew that look in daddy’s eyes; food was the last thing on his mind. Our kitchen table had become a favorite place to make out. Sometimes if I was in the kitchen when daddy came thru the door tired and horny from a long day at work, there would be no waiting to go upstairs to our bedroom. Stripping off our clothes daddy would take. As Grandpa Joe once said, " She wobbles in all the right places ". He'd spend most of my visit watching the wrestling or boxing, jeering and shouting at the tiny black & white telly. I'd often notice he'd grab at his crotch when he was yelling at the telly, " Go on, mash his face in, get the bugger on the mat you useless twat ". Nana would just chuckle and roll her eyes at him, and warn him about his language in front of 'the bairn'. I'd often find myself mimicing Grandpa by clutching at my. I kept my eyes closed and cried in pain and spread my legs so that , as though totally unaware of what was happening to me my thighs were fully visible to Kiran and he was rubbing vary hard on my legs and surely was seeing my thighs too as I was making those painful sounds, I placed my right hand fingers on my left breast and held tight; my eyes were still closed as though I was unaware of all the things happening.Kiran now on his own started massaging my thighs and I knew by now he had lifted.