”He strides away, glancing back at Mr Chesterton before shaking his head and walking back towards the elevator.“Get those off and get inside befor... you embarrass yourself any further” I hold the door open as Mr Chesterton scrambles to remove his underwear and grabs his clothes before scuttling into the room.I sniff theatrically as he passes, catching an odour of stale sweat, with a little urine and far too much cologne.“You stink, you disgusting little boy, get in the bath on your hands and. " "I don't feel like it," she said still pissed. "We could go to the movies," I said a little questioningly. "That's not very special," she shot back. "That hardly makes up for forgetting!" Her mood shifted to tears again."Brenda, I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you. What do you want to do? I'll do it, just tell me?" "You think you can get off by just taking me out or doing one quick thing. Well it won't work, buster. I'm pissed and hurt." "Brenda," I said, "it's only half way through. I’m so glad your back daddy. We can make up for all those missed years.“Me too honey,” I answer as I start to unconsciously stroke her breast. I hear my daughter moan in pleasure and I realize what I am doing. I step back, and try to lower the sexual tension that has arisen between us by asking “So where are nana and p pop”“Oh daddy!” she cries “You don’t know. Nana had a stroke and died about the same time you were hurt, P-pop passed away in his sleep the night after we buried nana. I was all. ’ Oh shit she thought and pressed her lips together as she felt water seep out of her eyes. Im in trouble. His hand came down again, harder this time but in a slightly different spot – well her ass was big enough, he had a huge area to choose from. Whack – and again – god this was hurting so much. She gasped and cried out. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up towards him, roughly. It hurt. ‘I told you to shut up’ he spat at her. It hurt so much – she felt so humiliated. She.