The walls are covered in posters of bands she admires. Noisy 90s girls and 70s artpunks. In the corner of the room sits a battered old Epiphone semi-...coustic guitar/ paint-splattered like a Jackson Pollock. *** (SHOWER-HEAD) I turn the shower on to a steady cool flow. Laying right back in the bath I direct the shower-head at myself. As the cold water sprinkles over my breasts my whole body goose-pimples. My nipples grow thick and hard. Catching the shiny bath-chain between my toes I pull out. My daughter was more of a young lady than she knew.“Now daddy, tell me the truth,” Molly spoke in a very sexually saturated tone, “Do you like what you see?”I sat there looking at my sixteen year old daughter standing in front of me totally nude trying to develop words that described her natural beauty, but I was in awe of the view. I had heard what she asked me, but no words would come out of my mouth. I was busy staring at her key pieces of sensual desire.“Daddy, did you hear me? Tell me, do. That doesn't consume much of my time, and she's cool with that because she enjoys be free to have casual sex with other guys quite often." All of which Donna already knew, but I was happy to have Donna ask me questions about relationships and sex.Carol asked, "If you've got important things to do, why are you spending so much time with Donna and me?" Because you and Donna are two of the MOST important things." I gave them a one-armed hug each. They accept my hugs, with only Donna giving me half. "But I know you're still in shock. We can work on it later, tonight. Justover text, yeah?"I paused for a second. "Yeah, yeah that sounds good." I smiled."Okay, well then I'm going to head home." She got up and smiled at me.God she was gorgeous. She bent down and hugged me. Then she kissed me onthe cheek. Again I felt it stir. "I'll talk to you later, don't forgetabout your coffee!" And she walked out the door.The coffee! I completely forgot she got me a coffee. I was so caught upin everything I.