I was helpless to do anything to get out of what was happening to me and all I could do was take what ever he did to me hoping that it would not last ...oo long but it never seemed to end and dad kept fucking me for hours cumming deep inside me countless times. It was about 5am when he finally finished with me and he layed me on the floor next to the fire and went upstairs and grabbed some pillows and a blanket and came back down and he layed down beside me pulling the covers over us and he. I took the opportunity to tidy myself up and put my tits back into their holder. His eyes were twinkling and he was licking his lips when he took my hand and led me into my living room."Get on there," He forcefully told me and pointed to the velour sofa, "get on your knees and pull your skirt up for me."I did as I was told and pulled my skirt up around my hips exposing my stocking tops, red see- through knickers and matching suspender belt before I clung onto the back of the sofa. The silence. Suddenly she looked a lot less matronly and I felt my interest rising and had to wriggle about a bit against the seat belt to make myself more comfortable. I felt the plane begin to taxi as I asked her more about her vacation. She told me that she was a widow and had spent the last two years caring for her husband who finally died of cancer. This was her first vacation in many years due to his illness and on the recommendation of a friend, had chosen Lyon Airlines. We were interrupted by the. I would simply pretend not to hear what she said. The classes continued. Taking it to next level he started teaching her to make blouses that had hooks at the back. This way he didn’t have to stay at a distance just looking at her. He started touching her with the excuse of hooking and unhooking her blouse. Amma didn’t seem to mind so he went on.His hands would move from touching her back to gently squeezing her breasts with the excuse of straightening the kinks of the fabric. I was watching.