There she found a great deal of activity.Under awnings, vintners readied their wines. Brewers cooled their beer with ice brought from the Nubian mount...ins and everywhere people milled about as they chatted and drank from gold, lotus shaped wine cups.Under a large, ornate awning, sat Neha's aunt, Queen Hepshetsup flanked by two Nubian slaves with large Ostrich feather fans. On her head, the Queen wore the tall white crown, The Hedjet, of Upper Egypt. Her pleated skirt and bodice were nearly the. So there's the question, why did you?"And then there's the instant accusation that Beth and I were up there to fuck ourselves silly. It looked like attack was the best form of defence – that you felt guilty as hell and wanted to deflect attention from what you were doing."I'm confused, you seem to be giving me mixed messages. I'm not sure of you anymore."I drank some more coffee and she sat looking worried and upset. Was she trying to think of a believable story to cover herself? At length she. His pelvis was thrusting into me pressing his bulge into my butt. He was humping me and it was turning me on so much. “Daddy?” I whispered, curious if he was actually still sleeping.He wasn't sleeping though. He simply thought he was dreaming and consented to every act that followed."I love touching you," My dad mumbled."Good because I love when you touch me," I whispered.I was enjoying this way too much and I wanted him to be pressing into something else. I started wiggling my way up higher. Why were you taking herstuff anyway? Do you get off on that stuff? It's cool I guess, if that'swhat your into. Kinda weird, but whatever." No!" I said, "I didn't take anything! I don't know how that stuff go inmy room."He said, "Well, you know dad. His bark is worse than his bite." I hope you're right," I said as I walked into the bathroom across thehall.I closed the door. I was glad to be alone. It took me a second but Irelaxed enough to pee.As I stood there peeing. I wondered what my father.