I couldn’t believe it. As soon as Lakita said what she had my heart was racing. She was so brazen and proud about it too. She was always like that. ...bout everything. Including sex. “Ev, look at this!”, she practically hissed as I walked through the door and into our room after school. Back in those days it was our room and we shared a bunk bed with Lakita on the bottom. During the day, or basically anytime when she was reading or writing in her doing or (rarely) doing homework, Lakita would. "Dad?" Ginny followed me to the patio. "Please don't run away from me. I want to take Mom's empty place, Dad. Don't shut yourself out." Ginny, are you crazy? I'm so ashamed at my reaction... How could I react to you like this, to my little girl, to any woman who isn't Mary?" How long have you been without sex, Dad?" Totally shut out for about 5 months now, after being gradually pushed away in the previous 3 months." Dad, I want to confess now to something I've never thought I'd be telling you.. A slight sheen of sweat clings to your breasts and your belly. A few full drops pool in your cleavage. Perhaps you may have been tempted to wipe them away, were your wrists not bound together, stretched above your head, and then secured to the headboard. The effect gave your body a long, graceful and sinuous look, a woman caught in her first morning stretch as she wakes, rather than a woman bound. Ravishing in her exposure, most seductive in her vulnerability. I let the mink glove on my left. We only walked for another hour before climbing fifty meters and stopping. While my father and the other morons began pulling up their tents close to the trunk I moved away. I shot a line over the limb above us and another above and to one side. That was so when we raised the tent it would not be directly below a branch.We left the sled and I carried my bow with an arrow ready. Misty was dragging the pelt and I had the shoulder on a strap. Three trees away we stopped and spread out the pelt.