"What was in your room?" Izzy asked. "I guess the sleeping bag was a bit of a give-away." Is that how you guessed about us, or was it Abby's descripti...on of the 'video' she'd seen?" I asked. Abby blushed at remembering what she'd said."Kind of both, I guess. Really, I first thought about it when Abby hugged you and you got, you know." Her voice got a little lower. “Actually, when I saw that I wanted it to be true. If we were all weirdoes, then I thought maybe we could be friends. That's why I. Her breath was getting heavy against the gag again. OK, calm down, relax. The heels were a lot taller than she would normally wear–which was typically only during special occasions to begin with–and could already feel her arches straining. She would probably break her neck if she tried to run across the blurry floor. Once again she cursed her poor eyesight and wished she hadn’t left her glasses in her office. She unlocked the door from the inside and cracked it enough to look down the hall. The. "No," responded Sasha. Natalie moved one of her own hands down her body and over her clothing between her legs, feeling how warm she was. Natalie was wearing her favorite night gown, one that she had worn most nights because it reminded her so much of her beloved, he had purchased it for her before his departure. She grabbed the bottom of her night gown and pulled it up her body, pulled one arm out, then the other, and over her head until the night gown was fully removed.Natalie moved her body. Her jaw fell open. She stared, shocked. It was her father!John Kelley stood there for a moment, absorbing the shocking scene. There was his daughter on the bed, totally naked, her nipples puckered up. Her legs were thrown high and spread wide and her cunt was dripping wet, swollen and red. She was ... she was fucking herself with her hairbrush! John was almost speechless, but as he hungrily stared at every minute detail of his fine young daughter's hairless body, he recovered. So, he had been.