She stood before him, one hand covering her pubic hair and the other arm across her nipples shielding the nakedness of her heaving breasts. “Put yo... arms over you head and open your legs” he ordered her. “No, Bern please don’t make me do this. Somebody will see me” she pleaded. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the darkness of the corner. She saw a couple walking to their car and he dragged her towards them. “NO BERN NO, please, please NO” she whispered “Don’t let them see me like. "Looks like Dad’s got a problem there. Maybe you should go take care of Daddy while I finish up here." She reached for Ron's shaft, but Diane swatted her hand away. "The hell you say," Diane replied with a hint of irritation. She pushed her daughter backwards, so she fell back on her butt. "I did all the work to get him this far, and I'm gonna finish; I earned it!" she glanced back at me, then to Susan. "Why don't YOU take care of Daddy while I take care of Ron?" she suggested.Susan looked up. I can offer you VIP accommodations and a traditional luau. Your wife can try hula…What’s so damn funny? ‘Sorry General, but my wife studied ballet—Bolshoi and Carnegie Hall. Tourist level hula will not impress her. As to the other, we have arrangements for tonight. I plan a nice meal, a long shower and serious sack time. Based on the VIP accommodations we have seen so far, that would be a No Go.’ Phone: I can see your reputation is not exaggerated. How’s this. I will get you a boat to take you. All she talked about when ever we had a minute alone was my dad. I never told her about my little kiss or the hug as that was my own secret she did not need to know.I would like to be able to say exactly why, but every time. Every day Erica begins talking about my dad I get more and more possessive of him. Day after day she comes over after school and continues to distract his attention if even for a second as he passes the room. Like I said, it was two weeks later my dad was in the kitchen.