He had his cock in his hand stroking it and he was watching me with his mouth hanging open. My face must have turned the color of a cherry. I was so e...barrassed, but extremely turned on because he was stroking himself as he was watching me, his daughter. "Oh my god, daddy! I can't believe you're watching me. I'm so sorry." Don't be sorry, baby girl. I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm your father and I'm standing here watching you play with yourself while I'm stroking my cock. I feel like an. Debbie was to meet Mr. Dingle the next night at the Doubletree on 128th ave. She was to go to room 146 at 6:00pm. Tom and I had already checked this room out and it afforded a perfect view of the room from the closet. Which is where I would be to see if Tom had any luck. My heart was already beating faster. I slept very little that night imagining all the things that may or may not happen then next night.I had told Debbie I had to work late that next night and was all set to jump in the closet. So with seven hours sleep I rushed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get some coffee going. I took my bath just before bedtime the night before. By 6:30 AM I had vanquished the cobwebs in my head, and was petty much ready to finish my preparations for the trip.First of all I needed to pack the 1/4 side opening duffel type bag. That really wasn't difficult. I had three clean Russian Commando style blue strip tee shirts, so I put one on my body and one in the bag. I had two clean jungle. She insisted on seeing them so I told her to bend over like she was looking at something on the ground. She did and I gave Bud a quick look and rubbed my leg. Quick as ever Bud had his nose up the back of her skirt nudging her. She gave a quick jump and turned away from him laughing loudly. She thought that was great.She wanted to see more so I had her stand and look over into the woods. I looked at Bud and rubbed my hands together quickly. In a flash his nose was up the front of her skirt and.