"That feels great daddy," she was enjoying the message, but perhaps a little to much. Her pussy started to become a little wet as his hands drew closer to her inner thigh. For a moment she got nervous he would find out, but instead he jump directly to her back. Afraid that he would see the wet spot forming on her light colored cotton shorts she moved to a sitting position. Reaching down with both hands she pulled her shirt up only slightly, so he didn't get lotion on it. She was feeling ashamed of how turned on she was at that moment, but she couldn't let her father know so she sat there letting his rough hands touch her soft skin, barely keeping a soft moan from escaping her lips.
After a few more minutes, Chana couldn't take it anymore. "Wait daddy, stop," she scooted forward out of his reach for second. Catching her breath, she worked up the courage to do what she was planning to do next. She turned around to look at Jack, then crawled towards him. "Daddy, I have been thinking bad thoughts ever since I first sat on your lap today."