He caressed my folds. My toes curled. The heat rushed through my body. It was so intense, I wanted to cry out, “Daddy, yes!”But I just moaned.I sh...fted my head. My hands twitched on my belly. Daddy’s lips kissed over my pussy. His goatee felt so amazing on me. The rasping caresses of his whiskers slid over my naughty flesh. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned again, drawing in deep breaths. I felt the tank top so tight against my tits as Daddy ate me out.He feasted on me now. He devoured. “Sara. Listen to me. Can I be your friend? I mean your special friend?? You know the usual friend you say everything you haven't courage to tell to others? I would so much you can trust in me.”The girl was close to another cry and wasn't able to speak so she just nodded and let Patrizia get her up and push her in another room. A rounded bed was in the middle and lights were soft and the place was warm. “Now we are going to play a game. OK? “ Patrizia climbed on the bed and pulled the girl next. I turned to face James, dressed only in my shift. It was very short, barely reaching my thighs, very low cut, and quite sheer. I had planned on wearing it later in the week, after the ball, by which time James would have begun treating me like a lover and not a niece. “James, were you the one who dressed me in this?” I asked coyly.James gave a loud ‘Harumph’ and whirled away from me, his face darkening with mortification.The maid giggled and led me to the bath. “Actually, I was the one to. The girls went upstairs to put on their swim suits as I grilled up the burgers. After we finished eating the girls wanted to jump in the pool. Still just in my shorts I dove in followed by the girls. For what ever reason the girl thought they would try and dunk me. Before I knew it the girls had attacked me pouncing on me like wild a****ls. I'm not exactly sure how but during the attack the girls had managed to get my shorts to fall off which wasn't hard being just an elastic band gym type.