Nothing at all, but to leave her alone

"Damn..." Jack mumbled again, as he watched the scene before him, but still couldn't make himself move from the doorway. It seemed like some parts of him weren't even sure of what direction to walk in, despite the fact he knew for sure that he couldn't simply walk in on his own daughter while she was busy like this.

Finally he managed to snap out of his stupor however, and slowly turned around to start heading back to his own bedroom. It really wasn't easy for him, but the sound of Kimberly's **** moaning was becoming too much for him to handle, and he still had a little more brains than letting his own, pent up frustration take control of his actions.

He didn't get very far down the hallway though, when it seemed like the girl too was finally giving up her attempts to get off in time, and it caused him to wonder briefly if she'd only continued because he'd been there to watch her. The whole idea was of course absurd, but then again she hadn't simply stopped when she noticed him either.

Just a few minutes later she'd already finished cleaning up, and Jack heard her stopping outside his door for a second, before she moved on down the stairs. He pondered following her at first, but decided against it as he really didn't know what to tell her. Thus he would let it go for now, but knew for sure that he wouldn't be able to get the picture of his sexy daughter masturbating out of his mind for several days to come.

Of course there was nothing he could do about that either, and simply going back to hide in his bed for the rest of the day wouldn't do him any good at all. The only thing left was to head for the bathroom himself, after he'd heard the girl leaving the house through the front door, and try his best to ignore the sweet, lingering scent which remained as a proof of what he'd just been witness of...