He did not fight me but I could feel his body tense up. All this crap my mother had been putting him through was making him cold. I hated her for the ...ay she treated him. “If you are leaving, I am leaving.” I told him matter of fact. “No you need to stay here,” he pushed me away slightly. “If you don’t take me with you,” I tried to think of a good threat quickly. “I will just leave anyways.” “No you will not,” he yelled at me. “You will go right upstairs and go to bed.” “I will do no such. I went to her and asked whether she saw me ? She said yes. I asked her not to tell anyone. She was starring at my dick and bulging over there and asked what ‘s that. I said nothing. She insisted to show or she’ll tell about my acts. Finally I agreed to show. I just took out my dick with towel on. She became hot now and hold my dick with her hands.. Wowww.She was slowly stroking my dick and saw pink head. She was giving handjob for about 10 minutes. I felt like cumming. She was stroking my dick. " I listened for five minutes, which was a relatively short lecture by Dad's standards, " ... and you'll be so much happier, okay?" Okay, Dad," I agreed, although I'd been paying more attention to the back of my cereal box, trying to help that crazy Waldo girl find her way through the maze printed on the back. "Hey, is Mom there? Can I talk to her?" She's right here, dear. I love you." I love you too, Dad," I answered and waited while he handed the phone over."Hey, Jen ... You missed church?". We enjoyed it.After the interview, I pick her, had lunch and thought of what next. I suggested roaming simply in the bike. She liked it and agreed. We roamed a lot and I asked her to hug me while going by bike. She was not ready to do it but gave me short hugs. That time her boobs pressed on me and both liked it a lot.Later she was getting tired in the hot sun. So I said let’s go to the room. But she didn’t like the idea of being together in the same room. So I said I’ll stay at the reception.