" In simple terms, if it looks like there fucking, then they are fucking, ok," he smiled at me."Oh, but surly we can't show them like that?" I said."W...ll no, we must use careful camera angles" he chuckled, "but there's no simulation here, ok."She was waiting for us, a very young looking eighteen year old, looking more nervous than I felt; Sid started to talking to her, trying to put her at ease. After she had signed both forms Sid sat her down."Now Belle, you know what this stations broadcasts. Quickly, I finisheddrying myself off and, unconcernedly naked, walked across to them. Inpassing, I glanced at my body in the full length mirrored wall. I was, Ifreely admitted, very pretty. I was not worried, or concerned, any moreabout my gynaecomastia, my pert little breasts were now, since I hadfelt the immense pleasure of arousement, very precious to me. Mynipples, prominent and hard, enhanced the delicate, girlish curves, twoperfect little mounds that were gorgeously sensitive. My body. She placed her fists on her hips and scolded him for shaming her, for lusting after her body so boldly right in public."I'll never go there with you again!" she cried. "What did those people think? They didn't know you're my father! They must have thought I'm some kind of a plaything for a dirty old man! That was so embarrassing! How could you do that to me? You could at least have let me wear a bra and panties!" And ruin all the fun?" her father laughed, ignoring her shame and dismay. He. ’ ‘Oh Thomas, I will wait forever if that is what it takes.’ ‘I don’t expect it will take forever,’ he laughed, ‘I don’t think this war will last more than a few months.’ He kissed me again and I began to tremble. He looked at me with those dark eyes, his hands sliding up to cup my breast. When he heard my breath quicken he pulled me down to the ground with him. I remembered how it felt. How the pain of him entering me had changed. How I clung to him, wrapping myself around him to pull him.