He loved to buy things for her and surprise her with gifts. It made her love her him all the more.During the day, they were just like any other Daddy ...nd daughter - swimming in the lake, fishing in the afternoon (she hated those icky worms), walking on the beach and laughing and talking. No one who saw them would ever suspect there was a much deeper relationship. Or that only one bed was ever slept in at the cabin.She was proud of what Daddy taught her - how to make him happy, how to please him. The other man would watch, knowing what was to come!Not my thing I admit, but the thought always gave me an erection, she knew that too!My "Thing" was being dressed in skimpy underwear, stockings and suspenders, high heels and panties, maybe a slip and some lipstick!She had made me up before, not everything but enough to make me feel ridiculously humiliated, and she filmed me too, charging me for the privilege as well, it did rather finish the trip off nicely, as when I got home later I would. Having looked towards my hidden privates yet again, he nodded once more. Whilst slowly uncovering myself, I kindly droned on: “You’re really not supposed to see an adult do something like this… and I should not be doing such a thing here and now, which is why I asked for your permission”. With the cover down at my shins, I also lay flat on my back, head on pillow. With my hands holding the lining of my boxers and pressing them down, I shifted my hips up so that I could more easily pull them. Then she'd pack her things together like she'd just done the crossword and head off to teach English etiquette to a school full of young ladies! She would regularly call me at home after her aerobics class asking if I would like to lick the sweat from her body before she showered and took herself back home to an empty flat. (Ray used to work late into the evenings). She’d turn up at my place still in her leotard whilst I was preparing an evening meal for us both and quite often we’d have some.