My grand daughter would kill me. That wouldn't be good. I can explain, and another day or two, I can make it as right as it can be made -- but please....As a favor to your old granny -- give me that time. I know you want to go home, but I wouldn't ask if this wasn't important." I have a choice this time? I didn't before!" I've known you since you were born, Bridgette. You have come back very different from when you left. I can't tell if it's the robe, the staff or you that has changed you. But. For the next couple of weeks I didnt go to the house much since Leon was there,it was just to uncomfortable for me on friday of the second week my fiancee took me out to eat while we were out he asked if something was wrong that I had been acting funny when I came over to the house while they were working, and that he had seen Leon looking at me several times. Surprised I said no everythings alright ive just had the wedding on my mind. He said well good last night was Leons last nightI fired. It was all that I could do to suppress my excitement as I got this unobstructed view of my daughter. My eyes were on her hips and I was marveling at how that had begun to curve when she turned. God she was built so good for a 13-year-old. Her butt was filling out so nicely too, I thought.I moved to the tub, and then bent and gathered the soap. I lathered my hands and straightened up. My temples were actually throbbing as I reached to my daughter and, although she jumped a little when she felt. " They're really perfect. Perfect."Then, she pulled her panties down and kicked them aside.Oh, wow. She could be a model in Playboy. Her pussy was bare, there was no hair around it like with Mrs. O'Keefe. It was perfectly split in half, nice, rounded, it looked ripe like a peach.She stood there for me to see."Here I come, Russell," she said as she crawled up on the bed and lay down beside me."Touch me, Russell, touch me all over. Feel me everywhere. I want your hands all over me."Her skin was.