We could go down to the national park, I suggested. There were a few park benches at the back that didn't get much use. Daphne nodded thoughtfully. ...I could see the wheels turning as she pictured the scene in her mind. After a few minutes, she turned and looked me in the eye. Did I think I could handle it? It would be nothing personal, just a lark, she reasoned. I told her it sounded like a complete rush, and did she mind if I videotaped it? She allowed for the fact that it might be. She was a little surprised, but said "Okay," though I am not sure whether she fully understood me or was flustered or not. So I turned from her and took off my underwear and stepped into the shower, which I had already turned on. I was surprised to find myself already semi-hard. I turned back toward her, my half-engorged cock stretching away from my body, and she was half picking up her stuff and half looking at me, all while moving toward the bathroom door. For a moment she looked right at my. .., oh fuck yes..., that feels so good."Then, Pat's voice, "Jesus, Emily, you're so fucking tight!"Holy fuck!! He was boning my fucking daughter! I went up two more steps, gripping the handrail in anger, ready to beat the little shit lifeless. Then I remembered my anger management classes. The ten-week course ordered by the magistrate for snotting a guy who'd groped Jackie's ass at a dinner-dance. I stopped, breathed deeply and considered the consequences of my actions. A daughter embarrassed. She glanced quickly at Tarifa, who was watching her closely. The emotions that had surged through her when she had awakened in Tarifa's grasp had been nearly overwhelming to say the least, and that they had been inspired by another female was even a greater shock. Perhaps the greatest shock of all to Dysea was that a powerful desire to bed the High Elf Queen was coursing through her. Not to mention the strange emotions that swirled through her when the red haired female gazed at her."Ok folks,.