Why wont you let me watch, daddy? Jackie asked in her sickly sweet manner she used as a child to get her way. She batted her eyelashes at him coquetti...hly all the while squirming against his prying touch. Oh daddy, she cried as his palm pressed deeply into her right breast. Instead of shying away she pressed against the back of his hand with her own, her fingers pushing against his in an urging for him to grope her properly. Ernie was taken aback by the deep moan his daughter let out as she. “You’re up Princess”“Yes Sir. Well, after we got the cunt back to her feet, she asked if we could sit down for a few minutes. I thought that was reasonable, because if she wasn’t walking, then she was on her knees. So we went back over to the bench that the old man had been sitting at, and sat our own asses down. I think that we may have all gotten the same idea at the same time, but however it happened, we were suddenly showing those girls how you really give a panty shot. I guess we should. The doorbell rang and Jack ushered Gretchen and Mack inside. He went into the laundry room to start the wash. Gretchen said, "May Mack drop me by here in the morning? He has an early surgery in the morning. I will run with you and pack clothes for Chastity."I smiled widely. "Wouldn't it be easier for you to just stay here tonight? Then he won't have to bring you around."Gretchen answered quickly. "No!" She blushed deeply. "Mom, that was mean." It was and I'm sorry, a little bit. The look on. " I'd guess maybe a hundred ... maybe more like a hundred and fifty." Her lips were soft against my ear. "I've known all kinds of men. Hard men, soft men. Hard workers, lazy bums. I've been with momma's boys and thugs. I've snorted coke with criminals and given blow jobs to politicians. I've seen all kinds of men, Josh."She paused and stroked my hair. "The only people I've ever really loved have been women, Josh. All the men I've known have been abusive or irresponsible or braggarts or cowards.