Nothing at all, as there's little to hide

"Oh, god..." Jennifer mumbled after a moment of shocked silence, and her father could see her cheeks burning bright red while she glanced up at him, with one of her hands still barely able to cover the front of the novel she'd been reading. At first it seemed like she'd been trying to come up with some lame explanation, but was eventually **** to give up, and instead just pulled her hand back to leave her book in the open.

The illustration was still the same, with the young woman wearing a smug smile on her lips, and Jack couldn't help from thinking about how much time the artist must have used on this picture alone. A lot of detail had been put into making her pose look natural and relaxed, while the clothes were stretched in just the right ways around the girl's hips and bosom, and all the sticky white stains covering her face and tits looked fresh like they'd only been added to the picture just a couple of moments ago.

Even the small, sticky strings that connected her fingertips to her lips looked almost real, although it was difficult to imagine that all of the stuff would've come from one single ejaculation. But then again it was a little uncertain what it was actually supposed to look like, even if all the clues were pointing in a very certain direction, and Jack had serious trouble to pretend like he'd mistaken the scene for some natural accident, which simply involved a whole lot of milk or similar substance.

The look on his daughter's face had already told him that this wasn't actually the case though, and the fact she was still hiding her other hand from him underneath her own body reminded him that he'd obviously interrupted her in the middle of something very private. For that he felt like he should try and apologize somehow, but instead his mind was entirely distracted by the cover of that book, as well as the thought of what Jennie might have been thinking while she was reading it and playing with herself.

"It's... not as bad as it looks..." The girl finally tried to say something again, but still couldn't make up a good explanation, and meanwhile it seemed like she was still quite a bit out of breath. It took him another few seconds to realize though, that Jennifer still hadn't stopped entirely with what she was doing with her hands between her legs.

"I guess not..." Jack nodded slowly, while some parts of him were definitively taking an interest in what was actually going on, and he felt a slight pang of guilt when he came to realize that he was actually getting quite turned on to watch his daughter keep masturbating discreetly on her right in front of his eyes. Even so he found it difficult to leave the scene right away, and he stood there frozen on the spot for another few seconds, while his daughter looked even more flustered by the moment.

She didn't actually look like she wanted him to leave just yet however, but held her eyes with her own, while she seemed to be struggling to find something more to say, if just to explain the dirty magazine she'd been reading when he found her like this. A slight glaze had slowly appeared in her green eyes though, while her squint just might have become a bit worse than usual, and a low moan escaped her lips when she tried once again to speak.

It almost seemed like she was secretly enjoying this whole, embarrassing situation, while her father was trying to make himself leave her alone, before things got any further out of hand than they already were...