John quietly crept out of bed and went into the en-suite bathroom. “Morning” Helen sighed and yawned and reached for the coffee. “Err..” John tried to compose himself, he was also fairly certain that the reason Abbey had hidden the carrot meant it was not a late night snack, and what shocked john the most was that the thought of his daughter doing what he thought she was going to do with that carrot was not helping his stirring cock, he should not be having these thoughts. “Honey I was just a little drunk and turned on, that’s all, I was not… She closed her eyes and tried to recall how it felt when her father grabbed her ass. …… so Io am going to head to bed and lets pretend that didn’t happen” John chuckled raising a hand in an apologetic manner as he turned toward the stairs. She imagined him clamping a big strong hand over her mouth so that her little gasps didn’t wake Mom.
