.. not like sometimes. I think it has to do with that big dinner last night -- it finally made its way down here.” She put her hand low on her belly...“If that’s what you want to do.” I wheeled the stand to bedside and carried the enema bag into the bathroom to fill it. When I returned Helen had pulled up the covers and spread the towel. “Are you going to take this in your nightie?” I asked.“Sure, why not? I like how I look in it and you have good access to my bottom.”I hung the bag on the stand. He pushed the bedroom door open fully, and was greeted with the sight of the passionately frigging model.Despite his age, he stripped faster than some of the men by the pool had, and walked over to the bed. There was no need for viagra as his old cock stood up harder than it had in a decade. His eyes roamed her body, one breast semi-exposed, the soaking bikini bottoms, the long legs. The first Jennifer knew he was there was when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She. After she was settled Greg became aware of just how close his daughter was to him, and just how grown up his little girl was, her firm breast pressing into his back. The sensual feel of her body was intoxicating, he felt himself becoming aroused by her, his own daughter.This is wrong, she is my daughter. How could I possibly feel this way? Greg thought, mentally scolding himself.As the night drug on Catharine worked her thigh between her father's legs, Greg could feel the heat radiating from. It was risky, but honesty is always the best option. We had only made love a few times before and there was always the chance that Ginger would still freak out and cry, or beat the shit out of me.But I knew Ginger like I knew me. When we’re alone, she also shows a deep-seated desire for me. To me, Ginger wasn't just a notch on the old belt. She was the only girl I truly cared about.Getting off the couch, I walked over to the dinning room and open the liquor cabinet (Mom liked a drink in the.