Her mood and desires had changed. She always loved her father and the things they would do together. Now though, she felt ... different. She was in lo...e with him. When she was close to him at night, she would think hidden thoughts as if SHE were her mother. That he was in love with her. She felt she was now his wife. Even if the only thing they did was to cuddle and once in a while, kiss. She was beginning to think of him as her husband, not her father.The first days were idyllic, fine weather,. I slowly unbuttoned my jacket, removed it. My hands went to my blouse, opening one button at a time. He was looking at me. I removed my blouse and then my sheer white bra. My bare breasts were in full view then, naked from the waist. My breasts attracted him, round, ample and firm, perfect breasts with brown nipples. I heard his gasp of pleasure at seeing my naked breasts. I blushed but I did not stop. I did not want to show him my only bare breasts but I wanted to show him more, my body, my. Her full breasts were clearly visible, and her erect nipples protruded from the see-through material. The outfit was crotch-less. Her pussy lips glistened, and they were engorged and slightly parted. She was obviously aroused. And angry. Finally I focused on the riding crop in her hand.Her bright red lips said "Just can't keep to your word, can you, little miss?" "What do you mean? Dinner is just about ready." The words barely came out of my mouth."I told you I wanted dinner on the table. After locking up I went up the stairs across the way to her door. I knocked and I expected her to answer the door with a shit eating grin, but instead she looked sad, maybe even conciliatory.“Hi Bart. I’m sorry I played a high school game on you, but I needed to do that for my heart and yours too. Understand that. When you left here this morning you were playing a chess move. It took me a while but I figured a way to check you, to even the battlefield, so to speak. No matter what happens.