There's always a time for retreat

"Damn..." Jack groaned to himself, as he stared for another brief second at the scene in front of him, and he realized he could easily smell his daughter's arousal when leaning this close to her half-naked bottom. In that moment he was hard pressed to keep from exploring her even more with his probing fingers, but somehow managed to pull himself backwards, before he was able to do something really forbidden.

"Hmm...?" The girl purred softly, while he stood back up on his feet behind her, and the sound was nearly enough for him to change his mind about walking away. Especially when she gave him another of those impish smiles over her shoulder, which was practically begging for him to keep massaging her a little bit longer.

"You done already...?" She asked him, and was clearly disappointed when he **** himself to nod his head at her. She might even have noticed the bulge in front of his shorts by then, but that was really the least of his problems when considering what else their intimate massage could lead him to.

In the same way he couldn't help from catching a glimpse of her firm, young bosom when she rose up a bit from the sun chair she was lying on, and it took all of his remaining willpower to look away before the strands of her long black hair fell aside to reveal her perky little nipples as well. He didn't even bother to answer though, but stiffly made his way back towards the house, and only made up some lame excuse when he'd almost reached the door already.

"I'll need to start with the dinner..." He managed to say, but was **** to repeat it louder, as he'd only been mumbling to himself the first time. Whether she believed him or not wasn't all that important, but instead he was mostly just glad that she didn't decide to follow him inside, or hold him up to tease him even more by making him watch her get her minimal bikini back on...