"Jenn, could you help me?" I asked. I held up my socks to her when she entered, and she gave me a very faint smile before kneeling to help get them on... After they were on, she helped me into the kitchen to sit at the table while she served up breakfast to the k**s and I. They all ate in a hurry and ran out the door to catch the bus.After they had left, the house was quiet for a few minutes, neither of us knowing what to say to the other. She eventually lay her head down on her arms at the. “Well then go right here.” Libba looked at me unsure but knowing how small her bladder was knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. “It’s okay no one will see you.”Reluctantly Libba hiked up her dress, squatting in the grass. It wasn’t long before she was squirting a yellow stream.I couldn’t help but watch afterwards grabbing the container of wipes from the back, cleaning her. It would be no accident that my fingers traced the soft pedals of her flower.“Daddy you are getting excited”. He lowered the zipper of her jeans and slid his hand into them, under her silk panties. His fingers found her mound and he squeezed gently. This reminded her again of the past, sneaking a feel when they could, and made her wonder how sex would be like now. He lowered his lips to her nipples and traced them again, his hand sliding a bit deeper in her jeans. She arched a little to allow better access, wanting him, not caring a bit that her breasts that had always been inadequate to her were fully. One of the reports said that this had happened once before to him as well and this was where they left him.As they reached the door, the soft buzzing that was always part of the background noise stopped and they could tell that the soft light was now gone as well.Spinning around as one man they both turned and just caught sight of Wolfgang as he screamed out at the top of his lungs while at the same time sitting bolt upright in his bed: "BRIANNA DON'T! STOP IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.