" Jenny tried to reply as politely as possible."Jenny, I think you could help a great deal in keeping peace around here." Jenny did not respond. She l...oked down at the ground. She glanced quickly over at her husband."Joe, what do you want me to do?" she asked with sheer panic in her eyes, afraid of where the conversation might be going. "I don't know. We can't take the chance of pissing anybody off." He replied, almost in a daze.Jenny looked up in Marcel's direction, but said nothing."Jenny, I. Mmm... It's not like I haven't been here before. I used to live here y-y'know." That wasn't easy to get out. Kevin's middle finger was sliding up and down my slit through my panties. "Yeah, when you were four," laughed Danny. My eyes darted towards him, I blushed a smile and replied, "Well, I've also come up just about - Mmmgh - just about every summer. My o-other grandparents live here..." Kevin was relentless. He just loved seeing me trip over myself under his touch. I have to admit, I liked. A lot.As we were walking out of the steakhouse, we walked into an assload of younger girlies, all dolled up and wearing the same - or less - than versions of what Deanna was, although slightly less slutty. I couldn't see a guy around and was wondering what was up until I noticed that the restaurant was right next to the venue for the Thunder from Down Under. Not, as I joked to Deanna, a show featuring farting Australians, but, in fact, their version of the Chippendales. Disgusting if you ask. The next morning he went down stairs and I was at the table. "I was just seeing if there was anything wrong" he told me "I understand" and then he said something hot. He said "You are becoming a big beautiful desirable girl" and he had a grin on his face. I was speechless I just kind of looked away, then he just got up and left the room like nothing had happened.I secretly liked what he had said and it made me feel good. It was strange because I started looking at my dad differently. My father.