Just wait for the girls to get home

While not so annoyed about it, at least not for long, the findings in Catherine's laundry was something that kept coming back to Jack's mind while he continued with the various chores around the house. It wasn't like he wanted to get himself riled up over such a trivial thing, but somehow it felt rather good to have something else than his unfaithful wife to brood over during the course of the day.

Thus, eventually he made his way back to her room again, just to check if there was something else about her wardrobe that he'd missed out on so far. After some searching he found at least one other pair of panties that were hardly safe to wear in public, and a matching set of laced bras to go with them both. It was certainly a mystery why she bothered to wear such things in every day life though, since Jack had never seen her with a boyfriend, and it made him a little suspicious about what else she might have been hiding for him.

He didn't have much time to think about it though, as he suddenly heard the door opening downstairs, and he came to realize that it would look rather bad if his daughter found him in her room, holding some of her sexy lingerie in his hands. For that reason he quickly tried to put the things back exactly where he'd found them, and just barely made his way out of the room before she reached the top of the stairs at the other end of the hallway.

"Hey dad!" Catherine greeted him cheerfully, as she found him standing right outside of her room, and gave him a curious wink when she passed in front of him on her way inside. The sweet scent of her perfume became almost tangible when she got this close to him, and Jack couldn't help from looking her up and down just once, as he was **** to admit that she looked real good the way she dressed, despite what he thought about in on a father to daughter basis.

The short black top didn't quite show off her curves like the dress she'd tried last day, but even then it was impossible to keep from admiring how it hugged her bosom, or the way her tight, matching skirt accentuated her long and slender legs. For certain reasons it made him wonder what she was wearing underneath, though he quickly tried his best to push those unbidden images out of his mind.

"Would you like some sandwiches for today as well?" The girl asked him, while peeking inside of her room, and then pointed back down the stairs. "I grabbed some extras from work, just in case!"

"Oh, okay...?" Jack just found himself nodding slowly, while it felt like there was something else he was supposed to talk about. It was really difficult to scold someone for their choice of clothes though, at least right after they'd brought you lunch at least, and so it seemed like such a discussion would have to wait for some time later...