Someone had tipped Dad off and he met me there. He waited until the doc had finished with me before he sat me down and wanted to know just what the he...l was going on. My Father may wear the rank of an officer, but that day in the infirmary, he was my father. He listened to everything I told him and asked me what I planned to do about it. The million and one thoughts that crossed my mind rapidly, seemed to narrow down to just one, do nothing. Jacqui was due out of the hospital the next day. ’ She became serious, like she hadn’t heard my compliment. She guided me to my desk, which afforded a limited amount of privacy. ‘We’re out of money, Dad.’ ‘We can’t be. Who told you that?’ ‘You know I don’t talk to anyone else about what’s in the safe. It’s empty.’ ‘Oh, is that all?’ I asked, relieved. It was obvious that she had not been introduced to the concept of a bank account. ‘I’ll get you some cash,’ I said, already thinking of how I could skim a few hundred dollars off the top of the. The blanket was completely pulled away from her legs and now the evidence of my earlier activity could be seen, with the skirt completely open, the gap pulled around to the front, her g-string exposed and public hair clearly visible to the side of the tiny underwear. I pretended not to notice. I was intrigued to see what the boy did. He didn’t make a big play of looking at her, but glanced out of the corner of his eye. He soon was looking asleep but his head was turned my way and it was. I had always liked to scream, and usually quite loud when someone made love to my pussy, but this time I had no other option but to moan in silence. "Aaaah! " I gasped, as soon as he did that. I bit down hard on my lower lip as I desperately tried to muffle my moan. I wanted to reach down, grab his head and jerk him in hard against me, to mash his lips against mine. I wanted to stop him and push him away. So many conflicting thoughts were racing through my mind that I didn’t know what I.