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"Jeez, look at the camel-toe on that"
"Man those fucking jugs have a life of their own"
Jason sat back on his bench and smiled behind his newspaper as he listened to the comments about his daughter Jenny. This was their last exhibitionist afternoon together for a while. She was off up to her grandfather's house for a visit and Jason who couldn't stand his father-in-law was off on business to Europe and would collect her on the way back.
Not that she had wanted to go. Jenny could be very stubborn when he chose and their arguments had finally stopped when Jason had slapped her so hard she had been knocked off her feet. She had looked up at him with hurt-filled eyes but he had stood firm and she had conceded she had to go. As a punishment she had been out every night hanging out with her friends so they hadn't fucked.
Jenny walked over to the bench where her father was sitting. She had tied her long blonde hair up in a messy knot, slapped plenty of make-up on and squeezed into her smallest and tightest top and shorts. She was showing her father what he would miss whilst she was away and whilst she would much have preferred to be sucking her father's cock, if she had to visit her mouldy old grandfather then her dad would have to pay the price. Jenny had on a gypsy-style top, which she had worn pulled down low to ensure anyone who saw her knew she hadn't a bra on. Her tiny shorts were tight and showed a lot of her butt cheeks off. Her shoes was high and made walking difficult unless she did it slowly.
Jason knew what he would miss; he didn't need reminding of his daughter's nubile body. He had the imprint on his brain. Her mother was going to drop Jenny off and then she was off on business herself. She didn't get on with her own father very well but she thought it important that their daughter spend time with her grandfather.
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Jenny looked at her reflection in disgust. Her mother had insisted she wear something a little more restrained than she was allowed to normally. The pants suit with a sleeveless loose vest underneath made her look far older than eighteen, her messy hair was restrained in a plait and her make-up was minimal. Paige had told Jenny that her father was old-fashioned about dress and to make sure she wore a bra everyday.
She had said goodbye to her father the night before, their relationship still a little cool but the kiss they had shared whilst her mother's back was turned was anything but. Jenny had been a little worried on the journey that her mother would have mentioned their recent lovemaking in the store's cubicle and how she would play it. But her mother kept things general and also conducted some business calls allowing Jenny to listen to her headset.
"Father" Paige kissed the leathery face of her father. "How well you are looking" her tone was polite but cool.
Gifford Brewer accepted his daughter's kiss and returned her cool greeting. "How well you are looking too, Paige."
"Hello, Grandfather." Jenny kissed her grandfather. Gifford Brewer looked her up and down. She looks about forty in that outfit, he thought. Trust Paige to raise something like her.
Jenny waved her mother off and followed her grandfather back into the house, her heart heavy. She had two weeks in this mausoleum she sulked she'd go mad. She couldn't see her grandfather letting her drive that big car she'd seen parked outside.
Gifford looked down at her with cold eyes. "Well, Jenny I expect a certain standard of behaviour from you whilst you are here under my roof. I lead a very quiet life and don't expect to have to entertain you. We dine promptly each evening at 8pm but how you amuse yourself during the day is not my responsibility. Is that understood?"
She nodded on the verge of tears. "Yes, Grandfather."
"Very good, Mrs Clancy will see you to your room." Jenny dutifully followed the housekeeper up onto the first floor and at the end of a long corridor she was shown into a large old-fashioned room.
"I'll be downstairs if you want anything, Miss". The housekeeper departed and shut the door and Jenny threw herself onto the bed and shed bitter tears of frustration. She was alive and vital and her parents had cast her out into a dead world. Her mother had even taken her mobile, as her grandfather didn't approve of them. No one cared! No one! She raged against her parents and the world in general for a while and then decided to take a shower.
The shower room was surprisingly modern and Jenny stripped off her hated clothes and walked around the room naked savouring the feel of her large breasts unfettered by those hated bras. She stood looking out the window and absent-mindedly stroked between her legs as she watched two large black gardeners at work. She guessed both were in their fifties and muscular through hard-work and Jenny wondered how soon she could make their acquaintance. Her grandfather may not like it but hadn't he told her to amuse herself?
She stood under the water and rubbed and soaped herself all over. She had been surprised to see the shower stall was plain glass but her mean old grandfather probably wouldn't have paid for frosted. She hummed to herself as she soaped.
Gifford stroked his cock. He had been reluctant to switch the cam on when the light came on that the shower was in use. He didn't think that prissy little thing would be worth looking at but how wrong could a guy be. She was gorgeous with a pair of tits big enough to satisfy and a sweet-looking hairless pussy. He'd fixed the cam in himself one day for amusement. Not that he had many guests to stay and then it was usually guys. But even the sight of a naked male butt could sometimes raise the flagpole.