But no, I hadn't. The whole time I was walking home, shooing out guests, and cursing my sense of morality that wouldn't let me sleep with Dawn when Ry...n didn't really want me to, I was envisioning the way Dawn looked tonight. I saw her beautiful face. I saw her full, firm, and naked breasts. I saw her flat tummy and flared hips and the pink juncture between her thighs. I saw the way her lips were parted (both sets) as she panted softly ... panting in arousal ... for ME.And I was still. "Sis groaned, "What do you want?" Do you remember a few years back when you and your friends pinned me to the floor and took my trousers and pants down?" Oh come on we were just playing and wanted to see if the rumours about your big cock were true, we were just playing." You saw how big I was but you didn't need to squeeze my balls or pull my foreskin back." We were just playing!" She argued as I stood my eyes at the same level as her panties. I got right in close and made sure she could feel. ‘Hey Dad, welcome to the circus,’ she greeted. ‘You girls look lovely,’ Peter said with a smile. ‘Ayla, I can’t believe you’re getting married today,’ he added. ‘Please don’t cry daddy,’ Ayla murmured. ‘I’ll do my best to contain it. Your mother would be so proud of you both,’ Peter promised. ‘Oh dad!’ Ayla sniffled. ‘Don’t cry, you’ll make your eyes puffy!’ Abby exclaimed. ‘I wish mom was here,’ Ayla whispered. ‘She is. She’s right here,’ Peter promised his daughter as he took her hand and. And she held Susie firmly by the arm and marched up the stairs to her bedroom.As Susie walked into the room, she noticed the upright chair in the same position as the night before, together with the hairbrush which was resting on the end of the bed. Did Mrs C somehow anticipate that she would be able to persuade Susie to accept the same punishment as her daughter? Had she walked into a trap?Before she could take it all in, Mrs C walked over to the chair. She sat down and slightly raised up her.