Only when I reached her face, and I am a little ashamed that I had started from the bottom and worked my way up, did I see her tears, her fear and her...humiliation. She could do nothing and we both knew it.Father did not want her and we both knew it.I dropped the towel onto the floor and turned to leave - feeling like a jerk, that I had discredited the family honour. When supper came around and we sat to eat, nothing was said, she acted towards me as she always had. This calmed my self-loathing. She lied near me and asked me to open her bra. I unbuttoned her bra. She was looking at me continuously while I unbuttoning her bra. I saw her face with a fear. She gave me a naughty smile. Finally I opened her bra and stunned to see her nice boobs. As she was only age of 23 it was nice. I asked her what they are. She replied that she will tell all after an hour. I said ok. She told me to squeeze hers. I obeyed her. I felt something abnormal. I squeezed her vigorously. It was so soft. Then she. First I had your son put on a bra, suspender belt andpanties. He looked quite cross and reached for his trousers. I toldyour son he wasn't going to be wearing them again today and gave him apair of fishnet stockings. As I showed him how to roll them up his legand attach them to his suspender belt Clark started to calm down andfiddle with the elastic of the straps. Then he said he didn't think itwas fair that girls got to wear exciting underwear like this and he hadto wear boring boys'. I'm completely open to the deepest parts of my pussy. More photos though. Standing in front of the full length mirror on the inside of my closet door. I keep the camera high so it blocks my face, and take seven photos. With my legs apart, together, pushing up a boob, pulling on my slick pussy lips, etc. He got me into this and I have to admit it's added something more to the oomph of playing with my collection of bottles. I have photos like this documenting the effects of fucking about ten.