She released my hand to run a finger through my seed and all that I could say was that I was sorry as I hurriedly fled her room. Reality was setting i... as I closed my bedroom door and climbed into bed. I had just fingered and cum on my daughter. I had ruined everything between us in my crazed lust. I knew that she’d never look at me the same, I’d violated that trust and probably lost her. At the minimum I’d lose custody of her and more likely go to prison as a sex offender. All these thoughts. Marcus says " Brent, it appears you like what you see ", Brent looks down at his erection and says " No, no it's the shoes ", Marcus laughs and says " It's a perfectly natural reaction, it means your healthy ", holding the camera in his hand Marcus says " Ok, lets begin " and he tells Anna to get on her knees in front of Brent and to put her hands on his hips, she does what she's told and gets on her knees in front of her Son placing both her hand on his hips, Brent's erection is a few inches. Carl's face brightened. "Right. Now, suppose this is a gallery, not my studio. Suppose it's Sunday afternoon and the gallery is open and people come in.'"Well, you mean, she just sits there? She's going to move, look around... breathe, for Christ's sake. You call that art? And, how can you sell it?'He chuckled. Carl is as skeptical as I am about the division between art and showmanship and bullshit. He's a fine sculptor, and a good showman who can combine art and showmanship with style. He. I grab her tightly by the back of her neck.i move my feet between hers and with a kick spread her feet wider apart.this car has been reported stolen young lady.she shakes her head no,as my hands start at her wrists and caress up the length of her bare arms.she is pleading that there must be some mistake.i ignore her.i continue my pat down.up and down the sides of her white top,along her waist,my fingers drag down her stomach.she freezes solid as my thumb traces along the waistband of her.