Jeff Wheeler phoned me a little while ago. They wired your house this morning. They have surveillance cameras in the living room, den and both bedroom.... They also have microphones set up so they can hear everything that's said anywhere in the house. Oh and Frankie, you don't have to worry about being spied on tonight. Jeff assured me that nothing will be turned on until tomorrow afternoon. According to my dad's lawyers he's very reliable, so I think you can trust his word on that." I laughed.. I stood in the doorway, fixed to the spot watching my daughter fuck herself. My cock straight out in front of me twitching at the sight, its been nearly two month since my cock has heard the sound from a well work wet pussy. I went straight back to my bedroom trying not to think too much of what I had seen.Later on that night thunder woke me up, some very loud bangs, when there was a knock at the bedroom door“Came I sleep with you dad”As my daughter entered the room and climbed in to bed with. "Are they any good?" They can be. Once, women never wore them with trousers because theyused to show, but they are smaller now and don't show as much. If youwant to use them instead, I can get you a pack." I'll stick with these for the moment," said Paula."Ok, I'll get you some on Monday. Joanne can lend you some until then.And by the way, wash yourself. You need to keep yourself clean downthere and change your undies regulary," said Laura.After Laura left, taking the tampon with her, Paula. He smelt like hay and wood smoke, of cinnamon and sweat, of warmth and leather, he smelt like Kit and it reassured her. He rested a hand against the small of her back, holding her body to his, her slenderness dominated by his tall, strong frame, his other hand was at her neck, gently caressing her with long, thin fingers. Lena sniffed and brushed away her tears, willing herself to stop crying. ‘I’m sorry…I don’t know what I’m doing…’ she sobbed. ‘Shh…don’t say sorry…’ Kit whispered in her ear,.