“Sal dear girl I would like you to have a chat with an acquaintance of mine who has a proposal to put to you.”“What is it about?”“Fraid I do...'t know its hush hush and I don't need to know. But he's a good chap is Quentin and my family has known his for centuries.” The last was quite possibly literally true for whilst Sal was an Essex girl despite she could manage to talk proper if she needed too James was from a family that she suspected could trace his family back to Normandy circa 1066 he had. And that’s why you shouldn’t do it any more.”“But…”“Don’t ‘but’ me, Rosamund. You saw and felt what happened when I got home and we kissed.”“Yes, I did. I liked it. Didn’t you?”“Hell yes, I liked it. I liked it too damned much. Rose, darling, I’m your father. We simply can’t do what I wanted to do there in the kitchen.”“Oh daddy. It’s not anything bad. You love me, and I love you. Why can’t we show one another how much we care?”“Honey, what you’re suggesting is i****t. It is against the law. If. "Embarrassed I stood up and pulled my panties down.She giggled and put her hand over mouth. Kicking her feet trying not to laugh too loud."I'm sorry...it's just...you are so small!!" She laughed."Thanks a lot, I know that now," I replied looking at the floor. I pulled my panties back up to cover my tiny caged penis."Well you know what?" She said. "Who cares! You aren't ever going to need that little thing ever again, right? You are Ty's girl now and he'll be able to give you all the big black. She stood at the foot of the bed smiling at my reaction. Her hands cupped the swell of her breasts. "Do you like staring at my tits?" she asked. Her hands massaged her chest. "Did they get you hard under that angel costume?" "Yes," I answered. I was mesmerized by how her breasts pressed against her black bathing suit as her hands worked. I could make out her nipples through the material as they pebbled. My cock twitched. She turned around and bent over. "Did you stare at my ass?" Her hand.