If I was, I’d invite her over. If I had already gone to bed, I would just unlock my front door. She’d stop by and slither into my bed naked like a...horny thief. She usually woke me by fondling and sucking my cock till I was hard enough to ride, then she’d cowgirl me to death. “Oh God, please let me die that way.”Besides being a good fuck, she was the least discreet person I think I ever knew. She often informed me about what she told other people about our sexual escapades, and she’d tell me. We could sit there and watch some comedy or the other, making comments about the plots and even commercials. Cynthia began sitting close to me so she could touch my arm when she wanted to say something. It was all the kinds of things a close Father and daughter would do.One evening between shows, Cyn lifted my arm and snuggled up under it. I didn't think anything about it until she began to stroke my chest. I was startled! "Cyn, what are you doing?"... she didn't answer. "Cyn, you're my. We had just completed showering and straightening up the pool area then just as we were getting dressed, when Michelle’s dad came out to the pool area. By now we were all dressed in street clothes so felt comfortable that nothing would give away our recent activities. He greeted us warmly and asked if we had a good time. We all assured him the water was fine and the afternoon was very pleasant. After chatting for a few minutes and answering his questions about our antique cars, we said we. She stole a look over her right shoulder and saw Patty-Ann half a body length behind her. Ashleigh buried her face in the water and churned ahead, hoping to maintain enough speed to hold off the charging Patty-Ann for the short distance remaining. When she raised her head again, the tape was within her grasp and Patty-Ann was still off her shoulder. Ashleigh grasped the tape and raised it high in the air. The roar of the crowd was deafening as she stood in the shallow water trying to catch her.