”“Jesus, Dan, I think I could write a whole book about your psychosis.”“What does that mean?”“It means that most people would say that you...��re crazy having sex with your daughters and some likely would turn you into the Police. Though, some would find it rather kinky.”“I didn’t know I’m on the clock.”“You’re not.”“Do you find it, rather kinky?” He asked eyeing her available cleavage.“Yes,” she blushed.“I don’t think a father has ever been charged or convicted of incest. I love my girls and they. As he watched, he quickly became turned on. He’d read about making it in the shower and the idea intrigued him. He could’t get enough of seeing Mrs. Tillman naked and, even if they didn’t get it on, they could at least have fun. Lois, unaware that Dennis was watching her because she had her back to him, was soaping herself. She worked the lather into her skin and stood, her head back, her eyes closed, under the driving spray. His erection, sticking out in front of him like a divining rod aimed. The place his father went to when he was working. He didn't work everyday. He would go out on the train for days at a time and then maybe be home for days after that.So, anyway, they had boarded the train with the help of a porter. All porters were black men back then. He'd hardly ever seen a black man. There were none in his little town and few in the larger town. This was going to be an interesting ride. They found their car and their seats and his father gave him a hug and then he was. "Shall I give you the tour? It would probably be advantageous if you were to have had each item described to you, before we go much further." The Contessa remarked, amiably.She showed us around the room, giving a brief description as she pointed to each item that we arrived at. There were items as broad and varied as the shapes that they were made into. A few 'naughty' thoughts ran through my mind as I heard these explanations, a few times accompanied by vivid mental pictures of the girls,.