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"I can prove to you what I like, and don't like, if you'll let me."Sara shivered a bit more but she never uttered a sound. I began to slowly move my way over towards her, sliding my butt across the smooth tub seats. I knew if I stood and exposed myself to her she would be out of the tub like a shot.Sara shivered almost uncontrollably but I could see excitement building in her eyes as I inched closer to her. Excitement, yes, but also apprehension. She still wasn't sure about me.Finally I had moved to the other side of the tub. I sat about a foot from her. My left knee was against her right knee. If we had been out of the water her knee knocking against mine would have sounded like machine gun fire.I placed my hand on her knee and gave it a brief squeeze."Don't be scared", I said as soothingly as I could despite my rising excitement. "You asked whether I like women like you and I told you I'd prove it to you. You have to trust me though." I'm sorry", Sara finally managed to squeak. "She stroked him slowly, staring into his eyes. Her green eyes were wide and twinkling, still glassy and red with tears. Her look of utter innocence was wildly out of step with what her hand was doing. Or, Eric realized, how fiercely the nipples atop her b-cup breasts were pushing through the fabric of her red ribbed tanktop."Wow...you must have had her sooooo wet, Daddy! I can feel her juice all over you." Well...umm...Paige, you need to—" he struggled to string together a coherent sentence."I know!" she said, a smile breaking across her face for the first time since she got home, "I can make it up to you Daddy." She dropped to her knees and pulled off her shirt in one fluid motion. Her firm braless tits bounced, her nipples briefly dancing up and down on his exposed thighs. Eric knew the breasts he was staring at belonged to his daughter, his little girl, but he could not look away. They were perfect. The right size, the right shape, high, proud, and topped by equally perfect rose.
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