crying

Tears were running down Haley's cheeks, her hands trying to push Jay off her. "Daddy, please help me! I don' t want... I can't..."

"Are you **** my daughter?" Phil asked, stepping further into the room.

"The little bitch wants it," Jay growled. "I came here to see my daughter, and this slut answered the door in that!" He waved his hand at the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.

"Jay, I really think you should get out of here - and if you're lucky, I won't show the video of you attempting to **** your granddaughter to your wife."

The older man turned pale, slowly getting off the bed and gathering his clothes. "You can't deny you liked when I ate you out, you bitch," he murmured.

"Don't say another word, and get out of here!" Phil barked, almost making Jay run out of the room still getting dressed. Haley curled into a ball on the bed, her back to the doorway.

Phil looked at her laying on the bed, listening for Jay's engine to start and for the man to drive away, then walked over to the bed and sat down behind Haley, putting a hand on her arm. "Are you ok, baby?"

Haley's only response was sobs, and Phil started stroking her arm. "Shhhh, it's ok, Haley, I'm here now," he said, moving to lay behind her. "Everything's ok now."

He held her in his arms, comforting her as she sobbed, until she started to relax, feeling safe in his arms. His hands started moving on her arms as her sobbing slowed down, her breath coming out in hitches.

"Why... would... grandpa... do... that?" she gasped, her bare back shuddering against him.

"I don't know, baby," Phil lied. The woman at the house was still on his mind, but the fact that he was in his daughter's bed, with her completely naked, overshadowed that memory. His cock still throbbed inside his pants, begging to be released, begging for relief. His hands moved more, straying off Haley's arms, touching her stomach.

Haley didn't seem to notice through her distress, and he got bolder, his hand pushing under her crossed arms, at first making it seem like he was trying to hold her closer, comfort her more, but when the side of his finger hit the underside of her small breast, Phil couldn't conceal his intentions any more.

"Dad? Wh... what are you doing," the girl asked in a trembling voice.