She was hurriedly lifting her skirts when she said,"Please don't look, Dad. It's bad enough to have you in here with me."I just smiled a silly smile a...d focused on everything in the room except my daughter. She couldn't tell if I heard her or was even aware of what she was doing.Jill tried very hard not to make tinkling sounds, but she really need to go and finally gave up and let it go with a splash.I was already half hard from the excitement of the situation and the realization that my baby. While Pamela felt herself wanting to rebel and push Judge Redding away, she could also feel the very obvious signs of arousal as she contemplated the lingerie and other items she'd bought in response to his straightforward demands.Pamela got to the hotel suite where she'd booked the room about an hour early and she quickly got undressed and spent nearly a half-hour trying on the various lingerie items she'd purchased. She'd have to tell Judge Redding she wanted a credit card or an expense. It came from an antique store and probably shouldn't have been used for cooking. I didn't ask or care whether it was safe. If it gave me cancer, it gave me cancer, I thought.I flopped the sandwich on a paper plate, even though I have a full set of restaurant dishes also from the same antique store. The owner supposedly bought them from a local restaurant. The restaurant dated back to the thirties. It had gone out of business several years previously. I seldom used anything other than paper. I took off my Dad's t-shirt I had put on that morning and laid out naked on the towel. I was made but it on because my parents didn't approve of me walking around the house naked, and them thinking my brother might get ideas if he's seeing me naked all the time! I threw it in the flowerbed beneath the window in hope I'd forgot about it and not have to wear it again. I must have lay there for at least an hour just listening to the birds chirping and day-dreaming before the memory of being fucked.