" He figured that if she deliberately wasn't sharing any glimpses of her cleavage with him, something had to be very amiss. Even more disturbing was h...r rather bland, almost dour, expression, instead of the joyful, loving attitude she usually had upon seeing him return home.He thought, Oh no. Here we go again. What now? Just when I think things can't possibly get any stranger, they go and get stranger yet again. What's going to happen? Did someone get busted breaking the rules again? Is she. ’ ‘Thank God, it’s not just me. Few.’ ‘Anyway, I’ve got to go. It sounds like Alicia’s back.’ ‘Ok, bye Dad, I love you lots. Have fun and do everything I wouldn’t do.’ ‘Thanks, love you, bye.’ Ok, so I can’t go home. Only one solution left. Hello hotel goodbye nest egg, unless, it’s hello crappy hotel, tuff decision. Comfort and poverty or discomfort and eventual poverty. This calls for drastic counseling measures. Hmmm, I’ve never really been good at chatting on the phone, so I’ll invite Josh. He’s quite enamoured with them and clearly she’s a little shocked to see her own father respond in this way.What I haven’t told him is that those are her used panties that I stole from her locker while she was showering after gym class this morning. Therefore his desire to play with his daughter’s very appealing panties is significantly enhanced due to the fact that he can already smell her cunt on them. Ahem, sir? Go ahead and take a deep sniff of your daughter’s panties for the next part of. I drove out to meet with the manager of the camp. Her name was Karen. She was in her mid 40's, average body, very tan, not great looking, but had very nice legs. I came wearing dress pants, a short sleeve button shirt with a tie, and my best pair of dress shoes....only had one pair. I guess I was overdressed since Karen was wearing a purple T-shirt, jean shorts and flip flops. We sat down in chairs and Karen started asking me questions. While talking, I found myself staring at her legs. I.