I'm 14 years old. I'm not a stupid girl but I'm incredibly naive. I think nothing of walking around the house in my bra and panties while my father is...home, or even undressing when he can see me. He won't let me watch sexy TV programs and he uses parental controls on my computer too. I guess he wants to keep me his little girl as long as possible. More like ignorant, maybe. Whatever.I told him that I needed new underwear and he gave me his credit card to buy some. I went shopping after school. She gave a little grunt which made us stand back but then the snoring started again and Steve slowly began to unbotton the top of her nightie and release her big soft boobs while I worked on tugging the bottom half right up to her wrinkled belly. As I did I was amazed to see a trail of dark hair running right up to her belly button and that the hair from her cunt came right down her inner thighs. It had a few flecks of grey but still looked great for a woman of her age. Her tits were two toned. He was embarrassed. But a couple of nights later we finally sat down and talked about it.”“Dad has never touched me. Well, that's not really true. He has never fucked me. Over the years we have just kinda agreed that we are each allowed to join the other when one of us needs to get off. A couple of years ago I talked him into cumming on my face and body. We then started actually touching each other. But he has never fucked me. I tried to get him to pop my cherry, but he refused and we did. She watched as he chewed on one of the sandwiches laboriously, his mouth too small to swallow it in one go. He glanced up at her, noticing that she was watching. He was a very quiet creature, he had scarcely spoken at all during their time together, and he was curt when he answered her questions. Even so, she didn’t get the impression that he resented her. Their people were enemies, it was only due to circumstance that they were cooperating, but he had not made any attempts to betray her. It.