The car pulled away with a screech of its tires and the girl seemed to visibly shrink, pulling into herself as she hunched further into her coat and b...gan walking along the high street. With a shock, he realised the boy had left her to walk home on her own. Now his protective instincts kicked into full bore, in his book you never left a girl to walk home alone, especially late at night. He felt an unaccustomed spurt of rage at the the boy for leaving her here to drive off with some other woman,. ” “I…” I found myself speaking with my hands, letting them flutter like anxious birds, my lips shaping words, each as silent as the books that surrounded me, my bare toes digging into the black and white checkerboard carpet. Above me hung a multitude of balloons, all black with white whispers and wide white smiles and white eyes that stared off into the distance. As I watched, they seemed to focus their gaze down wards and purr in unison. “As I said, it doesn’t matter.” His voice was a. ”She turned, seeing her father, standing beside the wardrobe, his cock erect. She didn’t say anything, she was my daughter, a tart like me. A slut who craved cock. Any cock. She would I know wait for me to direct her.I unzipped the dress, the one I had so recently zipped up. I pushed it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Geoff watched as I revealed his daughters breasts. She stepped out of the dress, careful not to catch it on her heels.“Mmm, I think the thong isn’t right.” I. Down, she pushed, directing my finger between the swell of her buttocks and into the groove between, and below, until it snagged the waistband of her panties. After a brief pause, as if to signal that I was now where she wanted me, Mom released my hand and returned hers to the keyboard, broadened her smile, and turned away to face the keyboard.I still exactly wasn't sure what Mom wanted me to do until she leaned way forward, her chest almost touching the keyboard, squeezing my left hand tightly.