I was on top of her. I moved my fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes. I pulled her sari from her shoulder and started removing it. My mother ...laced her hands on her eyes. She wanted this but at the same time she was too ashamed to face me. I removed her sari, now she was only in her blouse and petticoat exposing her beautiful naval. She was still holding her hands against her eyes."Ma looks at me," I said trying to remove her hands from her eyes.She won't let me remove her hands. Knowing Jackie had fun made it great for me, but I also really enjoyed what we did. I had tested my love and found it was stronger rather than diminished. Letting go and letting Jackie realize her fantasy, as well as my own, had confirmed how I truly felt about her. I knew I loved her, but now I loved her even more. We had stepped into a den of lust, our relationship on the line, and come away unscathed, at least that was the way it seemed to me.Jackie snuggled against me, turning so her side. "I chuckled in response, "True. Maybe it was just the moment though. I know I didn't intend to assault you last night." Of course I wasn't mentioning the blowjob on the way there..."Dad, I know it was and accident and all and if you hadn't said anything about 'waking me up' I probably wouldn't have even known." She confided, "But after we knew we did it again." Uhmm yeah." I paused a moment, "You did feel good to me honey an..."She interrupted me, "You too dad." ...and we were kind of already,. I could see she was nervous, and something in me told me to stop. I wanted to stop because I knew the consequences that would follow my not stopping. In other words, I was sure I could make her.What girl can't be made? I've said that often enough. Every girl wants to be made. There is no girl anywhere in the world who doesn't really, at least secretly in her innermost heart, want to be laid. It is just the rule of the world.So I knew I could make Janice. I always had known I could make her. But.