Finally I saw her shirt as she set her computer on the kitchen counter. I expected her to adjust the camera up so I could see her face, but she adjust...d the camera lower, lower, then a just little bit higher. The camera angle seemed odd. All I could see was her hips as she stepped back from the screen. Turning away from the camera I heard tinny voices as she addressed someone in the laundry room."All finished?" she asked. A man's voice replied in a low voice, which echoed too much to. "I said no, I am your father, and you will listen to me!"Daddy had never spoken to me like that before. I didn't know what to do, I was confused and hurt and I began to cry. He came out of his chair quickly and to me. He pressed my head against his stomach, and ran his hand through my hair."I'm sorry, sweetheart, please don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that, these feelings they shouldn't be felt between us." I know Daddy, but I feel them, and I don't want to hide them anymore."He. As I was massaging I don’t know whether due to mood or pain she leaned and was breathing heavily. I asked her whether she is ok. but in low voice, she said in a moaning voice continue the massage.By listening to her voice I came to know that I was making her feeling good by massaging her and I lifted her nighty and started to massage her body and slowly I went near her thighs but she did not tell anything. now I got little confident and I moved her nighty till her thighs and u could see little. Did she think it was funny? Was she happy she now had a way to get rid of me? It was that break in the panic that gave me time to realise that she was touching herself through her nighty.She clearly seen me stop panicking and just fixate on her hand, as she started gently rubbing herself again. Then she started walking over to the bed. I looked up at her and opened my mouth to speak. She put her finger onto my lips and pulled my shoulder to get my to move to the side of the bed. I moved out.