He'd better just keep his distance

"Oh, thanks!" Catherine flashed him a smile as he gave her the bottle of lotion, but was obviously disappointed when Jack decided to pretend like he'd never even heard that last thing she'd said about reaching her back. She hadn't actually told him what she wanted though, and she couldn't expect him to jump at every single hint she gave him.

Still it felt like a mean thing for him to do, when simply ignoring his daughter's request like that, but then again he wasn't willing to risk her noticing that growing hardness inside of his pants. And because of the same reasons he quickly withdrew back inside the house again, without much more than a quick glance over his shoulder, which proved just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her shapely young body while she rose up slightly to look back at him from the chair she was lying on.

He couldn't make out much details from just a short glance like that, but he still couldn't help from noticing the shape and firmness of her perky young breasts, and just the sight of her made him feel even more like a fool for making such a hasty retreat. In fact it was almost enough to make him stay for a while by the kitchen window, to keep peeking at the girl outside, and to confirm that his eyes weren't simply deceiving him.

In the last moment he **** himself to keep walking however, and nearly cursed himself out loud for his sudden desire to spy on his own daughter. It certainly wasn't the kind of thoughts he'd wanted to stick to his mind after all, but even so he knew that the memory would come back to haunt him, just like the scene from yesterday...