She rubbed herself against me, making little moaning noises, and I struggled with the button on her jeans, then eased down the zipper and pushed the j...ans off her hips. She clung to me as I pushed my hand down inside her panties, marvelling at the softness of her belly, until my fingers encountered a thick clump of silky hair. I played with it for a moment, and then stroked the lips of her vulva before putting my fingers into her.Mum made a little whimpering noise as my fingers and thumb found. The rest of the day we spent cooking and sipping libations, not to excess but to enhance our honeymoon period. I relished these days with Macy. I just assumed they would only last so long, & I fully intended to enjoy it while we had it. That's the funny thing about life, too many times we are too worried about the future or the past to enjoy the moment. Before you know it, it's over and done, & if you arent fully present you might miss it entirely. The next day we woke up in each other's arms. Watching you climax made me hard.”Beth closed her eyes as the eroticism of the moment took hold. “Mmmm… I like knowing that I make you hard Daddy.” She opened her eyes to see her father absent-mindedly adjusting his penis in his pants, totally engrossed in the vision of his naked, wet daughter pleasuring herself right in front of him. She smiled. “Join me, Dad.”Don was snapped from his reverie by her suggestion. “What? What… what do you mean, sweetie?”“Show me… show me how you make yourself. He got more iodine from the pack, and the last bandage. He would need to wash and boil the used ones, as she would need more. He wiped away as much pus as he could, and poured the last of the iodine on it. She jerked in pain, still sleeping fitfully. He replaced the tourniquet, and covered her up. He wet her lips with water from the cup, and she licked them. He did this several times, until she seemed to sigh and settle into a deeper sleep. Pierre poured himself an old, strong coffee, and sat.