It almost seemed as if each new load I shot was heavier than before. Of course, other than these sessions after watching my daughter, I had not been m...sturbating, so perhaps the body was producing more semen.Chelsea would soon be fourteen, and although she didn’t date yet, her interest in boys was becoming obvious. As bath time approached, I was nervous and trying to think of a way to halt these little sessions but the “other” part of me wanted them to continue. I had quietly checked Chelsea’s. She smiled, “Grandfather is rubbing off on you.”We ate in silence, the candle burning between us. The food was simple, but awesome. When we finished we washed the dishes together, ensuring we had cleaned up properly. She had a small amount of leftovers that she put into a container and put back in the cooler. She left the bottle of wine and the glasses on the table.When we finished, she had me sit down at the table. She went to the freezer and got out a pint of ice cream. She opened the fridge. " That way we'll all be more comfortable," I agreed."Alright," Christine agreed, and we all got in the car. Once we were back on the road, Chris spoke again. "Do you two mind if I make a suggestion?" No. Go ahead," I answered."Why don't you two talk to me, and I'll translate, so we don't wind up killing each other."It seems like you're both about to explode. How long have you two been going at it?"The question surprised me, and while I was thinking about the answer, my wife told her. "Almost a. "She had kicked off her shoes, so she padded barefoot over to the refrigerator and inventoried the contents. Then she checked the kitchen cabinets."How about Italian? Everything we need is here?" I've just been eating sandwiches." I replied, lying back on the sofa where I'd been sitting."Well, you could have Italian tonight if you'll get off your lazy butt and help me a little."--She was laughing but I saw a glint of steel in her eyes. So I got off my butt and helped her, and we did have.