Erin got a shower and put on her makeup. She lay down naked on Frank's bed. When Amy saw her dad pull in to the driveway she ran in to the bedroom to ...ut the finishing touches on Erin. She was back in the kitchen when Frank came in the front door. "Hi daddy. Hang up your coat. I have a drink made for you. I'll bring it into the bedroom."Amy got to the bedroom door right behind Frank. He had stopped in his tracks and was staring at Erin. "Happy Birthday, daddy. Erin is your first birthday. But that made no sense since she wasn’t even there and everything was just discombobulated. Timing was off, Patricia felt slow, and the other team just had a solid squad.She bailed straight to her car and straight to his house. She needed to see him. He needed to know. She pulled up directly in front of his house this time, not in front of that gas station. The garage was closed, so she rang the doorbell. Her heart was thumping, it would be okay, he would find a way to make it okay. That’s what. It's in the way."Her eyes looked glazed over. She nodded, whether to acknowledge the order or to indicate her agreement I can't say. She slowly, almost reluctantly pulled her hand from her panties and unfastened her skirt. She had some difficulty removing it. It was still gathered up around her waist. But she worked it down over her hips, stepped out of it and kicked it away looking very much like she's trying to hide her eagerness.The twins took a few more pictures before Allan said, "Your. Four, five...I can see that you have worn that half-bra I like again today. Slut.You pull the front of your blouse to the side, exposing your partially covered breasts. What a slut. What a whore.I discover that I am breathing a little harder now...I hadn't seen that building, but there it is. Who could blame me with such a brazen slut disrobing in front of me? I am becoming wet of course. I'm not made of wood, after all.Your hands raise up to lift your tits from your bra, your nipples.