" Then I say again sir, that you sir have treated that sweet girl abominably!" he declared."Surely she is Lord Blanchforth's whore father?" Mr Selwyn ...arruthers opined."No damn it she is heir to Countess Marietta of Harcourt, did you not know?" No!" I admitted, "I had no idea." Then you made a terrible mistake?" the old gentleman accused."Mr Selwyn Carrthers surmised she was father's whore," I explained, "I had no reason to doubt him." You are naught but a fool Selwyn, never surmise check boy. Like that’s going to happen. Ha-ha, I just don’t want to embarrass myself, or anyone else. I closed my eyes and lay back, as the bubbles came on again. Oooooohh, yeah ... I felt a hand on my leg. I opened my eyes and it was Claire. “Can I sit on your lap, please?” she whispered to me. I nodded in compliance.After a few minutes, I heard Claire say, “Doesn’t this feel good, Charles. Haven’t you wanted to do this for the longest time, I mean ... be in this spa. I could tell at last years’ BBQ you. "Oh, Dad, that feels so good!" Mmmpf," came Dad's muffled reply as he pressed his lips against my pubic mound. He slowly raised his mouth back up to the tip of my cock then swirled his tongue around the head again before plunging all the way back down. He repeated this several times and I started to thrust my hips forward to meet his plunges. This definitely beat jacking off, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load."Dad, I'm gonna shoot soon. You should stop," I warned.Dad's. ” You ask sleepily. “Yes Miss.” I reply, never having any intentions of leaving you in bed alone on this night. We cuddled up close and held each other tight; your head snuggled against my chest. It felt wonderful holding you in my arms; I wanted to have you in them always. Gradually we fell into a satisfying slumber. We continued to see each other regularly over the next two months, even dropping by the others apartment just to hang out and be with each other. But we didn’t do anything sexual.