After take off, I spread a blanket over my lap. She did the same.It wasn't long before I had my hand on her mid thigh under her blanket. She didn't pr...test. I moved my hand up her thigh. Still no protest. Rather, she eased back, closed her eyes and opened her legs.I took my cue and was soon gently massaging her, feeling how warm she already was through her yoga pants. ("Dressing for comfort, long haul," she had explained at Heathrow, not mentioning that the yoga pants also showed off her great. I shower, head downstairs and sit on the sofa flicking through the tele looking for something to watch. Rebecca walks into the room she is dressed for bed in the smallest pink pj shorts ever with a vest top which doesent cover up much of her amazing body, she comes over, cuddles into me and asks what are we watching? I don't mind I say in fact all I can look at is her body and think about how much I would like to touch her butt again.She starts to talk really quietly, "daddy" she only uses that. It had the added benefit of prolonging their lovemaking and he enjoyed trying to knock her off her flow. ‘Didn’t ever meet her… died years before, when they… still there.’ ‘Still where?’ ‘Whereya’think? Ugghf! Dang boy, trying to poke my kidney? Vietnam.’ ‘Got a picture?’ ‘Home… mantle piece.’ ‘Pretty as a girl?’ ‘They say… Ouff! Careful!’ ‘Sorry. Pretty?’ ‘Yeah, said she was famous. Don’t think grandpa was the… Ummm, that spot right there. Right deep and up toward my belly. Like that.’ ‘My. That scared the shit out of me, and I ran for the bathroom. Dad got there in time that I couldn't close or lock the door. He looked at his watch. "Forty seconds, get naked and in the shower, or else."I turned on the hot water, kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra and slid my panties down."Five seconds." Dad had his shoes off, and was unhooking his belt.I got into the shower, still wearing my socks, and closed the curtain."Five minutes," yelled dad."I need more time than that." Four minutes and.