He pulled her shirt up and she moved a little against him still asleep as he bared her stomach and took another picture. He felt guilty, but excited. ...hey went nuts in the chat again. Asking how often he fucked her, how tight she was, how her tits felt. They all just assumed he did all this, not realizing that a man doesn't just have sex with his daughter. Well she was his wife's daughter. Not his daughter. He realized he was staring at her stomach, flat and smooth. What would be the. She touched the small of my back as I leaned in for a closer look at one of the pictures. Her touch immediately aroused me and I reached my hand and began gently rubbing her thigh, moving from knee to mid-thigh. As I did, she began doing the same thing. With each pass, Helen went higher and higher up the leg of my shorts. My cock sprung to attention, and I knew it was time to get going. I wanted Helen badly, but I was married and I didn't want to be unfaithful. I made an excuse and headed for. A reporter observing from street level commented on the fact that it was the middle of the day in a city of 300,000 people, and the only sound was from the passing vehicles.Standing in the foyer, Lisa and I watched as the lead fire truck turned the corner onto the street approaching the church. An honor guard had taken up position there and escorted the truck the rest of the way. Wall-to-wall firefighters lined each side of the street, saluting the hearse as it passed until it pulled up in. I just hated his eyes."Jen..." my mom said slowly, not even bothering to look at me. "Don't be such a bitch." Where ya going?" Rick asked. "Have a little drink." Fuck off," I replied under my breath and they were both laughing stupidly. I felt humiliated, although I knew I shouldn't have. God! I couldn't wait to turn eighteen, and truthfully I wasn't sure I would wait that long. But finding my own place would be expensive and all I had was the three hundred dollars my dad sent me every month. I.