"Yes," I answered, and the book opened to that page by itself, and I held it out for the sisters to see."Is ... isn't that written in Ogham?" Margie a...ked on seeing the page."Yes, it is." And ... you ... can read it?" Katie asked, uncertainly."Yes, I started reading it on Tuesday night and then again on Wednesday night. That's why I was late on Wednesday morning," I explained."But where did you learn to read Ogham? What language is it in?" Margie asked."It's in old Gaelic, and I have no idea. I looked down at my hand and made a circle with my thumb and middle finger before parting the tips to leave a half inch between. I looked back up at Christy, “Yes that’s… err… more than adequate” she explained. I dropped my eyes away as I noted her tongue flicking out and briefly wetting her lips as she shifted in her seat.I already knew that this strange conversation was having seemingly contradictory reactions between my head and body. Part was indeed due to Jane’s approaching visit but I was. She walked slowly to where I still sat on the bed and stood just a few inches from me. Was I going to try something with my 14-year-old daughter???Looking up into her eyes, I softly asked, "Never?"I watched her face as she swallowed nervously. Maria obviously was wondering, like me, if I was going to cross the line. Then, she gave a small shake of her head, and in a voice that I barely heard, said, "Never, Daddy."My cock was then as hard as it had ever been. My little girl was giving me the. He had moved a bit closer also because I could feel his breath in my ear as he spoke. He told me he had been keeping an eye on me since you were born because he had watched me turn into a woman. He said clearly giving birth was the most womanly act there was, but he was talking about the after effects were really what he was talking about. Then he went on to talk about my breasts, how much they had grown with the pregnancy and now the breastfeeding. His hands moved up my waist as he was talking.