"It's just that thisis... these clothes are... sort of...extreme." "Well, sissy," she said,stressing the initial sound of that demeaning word with a ...ibilant hiss,"I think it's perfect for you. After all," she went on, pointing towardthe television, "don't those sportscasters have their jackets with thenetwork's patch on them? And when I'm watching the game, won't theplayers have their uniforms? And the refs have theirs? And even thosesexy cheerleaders?"Her tone grew harder as she went on,. Mmm’ as she, seemingly, enjoyed her task. Calmly, Don told her to get back on the bed. He had her scoot as far up on her pillows as she could. She never protested nor tried to shield any part of her body… from his view or his touch. He gently rubbed his daughter’s tits, moved across her stomach and lower, resting a palm on her pubis. He began rotating his hand and inserted two fingers into her slit. It was messy, but he was about to take care of that.Jamie’s neck arched as her father’s tongue. I yelled "I'm going."She yelled "Let's go" and with that, I pulled myself, with her hanging on, up on the rope, lifted my legs and we both swung out over the water and dropped in. She kept a firm hug around me and a grip on my penis until we hit the water. I swam to the bank as Joseph was swinging out again. As I climbed out of the water and scrambled up the bank, I saw that Chris was behind me, heading for the bank and Patty was all over Joseph in the water. Jan met me at the top of the banks,. No change, Sara was still coiled up, holding her stomach. I lifted up her shirt and could see both bruises and welts. I gently touched her side and she pulled back, sucking in her breath as she did so.The doorbell rang three times and I went out to answer it. There were two police persons on the doorstep."She's in here. It looks like somebody beat her up. I found her when I got home."It occurred to me I was talking way too much. I wondered it they would think I had done this.They were very.