Don't forget that. She's acting like a spoiled teenager and you're acting like her over-indulgent mother." I hoped you would support me on this, David..." I'm supporting you the only way I know how," I said. "I'm letting you make your own decisions. I don't think you can say the same about the other party involved. If you want unconditional support, I think you know me better than that. I support your right to make whatever decision you want. But I don't have to like the decisions you make. If. "Isn't that suit a little bold to be wearing in front of Susan?" he asked, while feeling her soft breast with a bold hand himself, for one who was objecting to his wife's display of her body. "Not as bold as you playing with my tits. Besides, she old enough to know about sex. Also, wait until you see HER bathing suit, it makes mine look old fashioned. I didn't want you being turned on by our daughter more than me," Lorie explained, while sliding her hand into his trunks and squeezing his hard. "What the fucking hell did you say?" he asked, enjoyingher discomfort and inability to speak."Meeeeethtththththhthgghhhhhhaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkffffgeeeeekkkkkkkkkkiiiiii," she replied, feeling the stinging pain rising in her buttocks."Good, girl," he told her, as if her garbled, choking reply was spokenclearly. "I want you ready and waiting when I get home, and don't belate," he reminded her, adding, "like you fucking was this morning,slag."Susan bobbed her body and shook her head and wobbled as. Oh shit she is putting it together I thought. “You have not known.... if Peter knew then he must have been there. She never mentioned being alone with you, your always with Peter when she is around.” she said slowly, forming the thought as she spoke it. “Yumiko... please don't ask me these things. They are between me and Peter. I know how clever you are and you are drawing your own conclusions without me saying anything. Please just be discreet. Okay?”She smiled gently at me and said “If I.