I mean who would marry that asshole anyway. Not long after a lady, a young attractive woman came out with some sandwiches for the kids and sat with th...m and ate. We were convinced at that point that the jerk no longer lived there but hung around to confirm it. Sure enough the father came out to mow the lawn not long after and it definitely wasn’t the wanker from the beach. Having hit a dead end we were faced with having to formulate a new plan. We didn’t want police involved and we didn’t want. "I'd like you to wear that outfit any day, any where," I replied."Good. I want to look good for you. Do you think I'll look good enough to eat?" she asked."I will guarantee you'll get eaten," I responded.Victoria went over to her dresser and pulled out some crotchless pantyhose, which she put on. "If you're so sure I'll get eaten, then I'll wear these to make it easier for you." Then she slipped on the dress. No panties. No bra."Did you forget your bra and panties?" I asked."Oh, no," she. The constant touching of her made Sakura breathe a little harder. She closed her eyes it felt so good. She knew it was wrong to let it feel so good, but it did."Are you okay, baby?" Daddy asked so sweetly. Sakura couldn't tell him where he was touching her. She didn't want him to feel embarrassed."I'm, I'm okay, Daddy." Her voice was so soft, and quiet, so sweet, the back of Daddy's hand touching the undersides of her breasts, grazing over them bumping, so softly making Sakura feel funny like. We took turns washing each other's backs. Alamea did my back first, in a most delicious fashion. She had me bend my knees to bring me down to her height, soaped her own front thoroughly, then, with her arms around me, slipped and slid her soapy breasts and belly all over my back and buttocks. Her soapy hands took liberties with my front, as well. Her small right hand slid soapily up and down my rampant shaft while her left played with my nipples."I never thanked you for helping me, Dan." She.