I stuck a pose for Dad, hip pushed to one side, one hand in the top of my garter belt as if to push it down the other pushed to my pouting lips, I had...been practising this sort of thing all week as this is not me. He was obviously admiring the view, his tongue was almost lolling from his mouth, drooling over the sight of me, his Daughter. I moved towards him and pushed my hips forward, that was a mistake and the last moment of control I had for the next few minutes. Dad pushed his face deep. On the other hand, I could snoop around, find out whether he was stepping out.So I had to choose between enabling him, allowing him to do to Trudy what Noreen had done to me; and exposing him for the cheater Trudy feared he was, which would cost us a friendship.Suddenly, I realized I was jumping the gun. I hadn't even considered the possibility he might be innocent; she might be imagining things, maybe she'd watched too many installments of Maury, or any of several alternatives were. I'll talk to the kids. You're right. They really are special, aren't they? Are you going to do a grand entrance like Brett's?" No, we have something different planned for Chelsea. She should just about be waking up when we get home. Thank you, Dr. Waxman. We owe you."[Chelsea] Late JanuaryAs it turned out, Chelsea was still asleep when Nancy and Ron got back to the house. The other kids, an older sister, Karin, and a younger brother, Bud, had been up for a long time. It took another half hour. He was a bit dense when it came to figuring things out but he had the most beautiful cock for a shy-type eighteen year old you ever did see. In all honesty, I would be the first to admit he was not a good kisser but I was certain it was because he was so immature and had little practice. He kind of liked to skip all that mushy stuff and just nail a girl before she knew what hit her. I even offered to let him practice on me but he didn't seem to like the idea too much because we were brother and.