I took one of my hands and grabbed her hair, I pulled it back so my lips were near her ear and my other I used to slowly rub her pussy as I stood behi...d her. ‘How does that feel baby?’ I whispered in her ear. ‘Oh fuck, that feels so good daddy,’ she moaned back. I slowly rubbed her pussy in small circles as I enjoyed hearing her moan. ‘Daddy I’m so wet, please give it to me.’ I took both of my hands and put them on her breast, one hand was squeezing one and the other playing with her nipple.. "I think I can," he said calmly, with a faint flickering smile playing across his mouth. "Yes, I think I can." What?" Well, naturally I'll have to talk to your mother." I don't want to be there when you do," she said, shivering."You won't be, Sandy. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll phone Tommy Edgars now, and see if he'd like to take you out right now for all day, and that way you'll get your mind off this matter." Oh, I'd love that!" the girl cried, and she clapped her hands together. When I was finished, she looked at me, and told me to finish my breakfast. She went down into the basement, probably to discuss things with my father. She came back in about five minutes and told me that she had decided that I was probably right. Then, she surprised me by thanking me for doing the best I could for Kate. She told me to put my plate and glass in the sink and go down to see what my father had planned for me in the basement.It turned out that he and I were going to re-paint the. ‘This is flavored coffee, isn’t it?’ he asked. ‘Yes, it’s French Vanilla,’ Ann replied. ‘Do you…do you like it? It…it was all I had.’ She sipped some of her coffee. Martin nodded and said, ‘It’s…it’s very good.’ He sipped a little more. ‘I-I can’t believe all this…is…is finally over,’ Ann said. ‘Well, it is, and I’m damn glad of it,’ Martin said. ‘I-I don’t know how…to…to thank you, Martin…,’ Ann said. ‘I…’ ‘Ann, you don’t need to thank me,’ he replied. ‘You needed help and it was help I could.