. well,... it's, um,... contact between the mouth of one partner and the genitals of the other,” I stammered.“Oh.”It was time for me to get out ...f that shower. I turned my back to my daughter while I tried to concentrate on drying off. Hopefully, I had another clean pair of bike shorts in my drawer. Maybe two or three pairs.“Would you hand me a towel?” Jamie asked.I should have just handed it to her behind my back. But no, I had to turn around. My gorgeous blond daughter stood there, squeezing. " I don't have a rubber on me," he said. "We need to go back upstairs if you want to fuck, or you'll have to wait until I run up there and come back down."Her hands tightened on his back. Her face pulled back from him. Anger was in her eyes. "Why do you need a rubber every goddamn time we make love?" she asked. "I'm on the pill, Jake. I've told you that a thousand times!" And I've told you a thousand times, it's for your protection. I've been with a lot of women." You're lying to me," she said.. "The ward is nearly empty because of the weekend, so let us do our rounds and then we'll both be back."The candy striper who had sat with me since Einstein left was clearly pleased to be able to move on to something else. I hadn't been much company for her, as my thoughts had been elsewhere."What were you guys doing at the school on Saturday?" I asked Linda and Julie when they came back."Shall we show her now?" Julie said, "Or wait till tomorrow?" Maybe we should make her wait since she. She came into your office about twice a day and always initiated polite conversations. Sometimes she would stand in the doorway her back to the hall and facing you while you sat at your desk. She would wear tight skirts just above her knees and always with black tights. The skirts she wore fit snugly around her large hips and over her round ass that stuck out when she walked and stand. She wore white blouses that hugged her curves and showed just a little, tasteful cleavage, while hiding.