Like any daughter, she carried a large curiosity about her father's genitals. In their family, there had been no chance to ease that curiosity. Making...sure he saw her, she pointedly looked right down at his crotch. She had released her hold on his wrists, but was still quite close to him. Too close to see anything but the tip, as it turned out. To see past the overhang of his belly, she stepped back and very obviously bent her head down for a good view.Given her low opinion of her father's. I wish I could put my fantasies about her on DVD so i can watch myself fucking her.I walked into the studio where she was hosting a segment on designer jeans for women.she was showing off the back of her jeans for the cameras."how do I look?" she asked me.I just said what was on my mind."you look great Val, could you walk once for me?" i asked her. she strolls a few feet from me"checkin out my booty? she asks"damn it girl the hell with wake up beautiful you've always been beautiful. The bare stone was bitterly cold under her feet, and she quickly donned her shoes. Around her in the dormitory her fellow postulants were doing the same, some of them already disappearing through the door, and she hurried to join them.Once the bell had rung, they had only a short time to dress and hurry down the night stair to the chapel for the first of the day’s devotions. Although in the winter months it was often bitterly cold, the long dark nights meant that they would be free to sleep for. She was still crying and said “yes I’m fine, please go back to your room”. I said ok, and then left as I didn’t know what to do. He soon left and mom was in my room asking me not to tell my dad that a man had come over today. As he would be very mad if he found out. I promised her I would not say anything. If my mom was afraid my dad would find out she went about her activities I could not tell because the post man came over every day for lunch and I heard them fucking all the time. I would.