Why didn't I cover up? Why didn't I squeal and wrap the towel around my breasts and ass? Why didn't I yell at my father to close the door? Why did I a...l but ask him to help himself to my naked ass? Why didn't I act shocked? Appalled? Outraged? Why? Because I wasn't. To be truthful, I was pretty turned on. I had never seen my daddy look at me that way before that day and I didn't know how I felt about it. But, as I continued drying off, I looked the clock. It was 10:45 a.m. Thursday morning, I. Whatever that wasn’t the issue here. Alisha made a knot with the towel above her breast, and the other end of the towel hardly covered her ass.She cursed those men for tearing up her clothes but not for pumping up her insides. Gently opening the door, she ran across the staircase to the kitchen, expecting a maid to borrow a phone. It was a large kitchen with a huge kitchen cabinet system.Alisha pushed open the door and asked, “Anyone has a phone?” She was out of breath. The only person inside. Chapter 2Napoleon seemed oblivious to Mel’s fears. He went about himself as if nothing untoward has happened. When the chance arose he would sniff her unexpectedly when she was walking in front of him in one of her very short skirts. Sometimes he would take a swipe at her panty clad pussy. He would still sleep with Mel but things were all quiet, no messing or fooling around, until one night!Mel was sleeping and dreaming the most beautiful dream. She was lying naked on a chaise lounge and. Her tits were so soft and juicy and big. It was hard to see my cock in them! It was completely covered until the tip would pop out the top, at which point her tongue would find it.She began moaning. I was getting so close to cumming, but I wanted to hold on a little longer. She pulled away and took my cock in her mouth. Her head began to bob on my dick as she gave me a blowjob. I stopped her. Stood her up, pushed her against the wall of the shower, got on my knees, and began to lick her.