While I jacked off I thought about ways I could look at her breasts. And later that week I went out and bought some of those loose tank tops, really more like sleeveless V-neck T-shirts and gave them to Ashley as a sort of summer surprise. There were three of them and she wore them all the time. Braless, of course. I got to see her breasts constantly. I was constantly dropping things and asking her to pick them up, or standing right behind her with my sunglasses on so I could peek down the shirt. God! It was a wonder that I was never caught. I started to take it for granted, you know, that I could just stare at my daughter's breasts whenever.

It got to a point where she would stand in front of me and I'd put my hands on her shoulders, then I'd slowly look down until I could see down her shirt. Then I'd get an erection. And she'd be pressed back against it and not even know what was happening, you know? Her neck and shoulders and upper back, rubbing against my erection. I'd have to go jack off pretty quickly. Once I came in my pants and I couldn't do anything because we were standing outside with the neighbors. One of them even asked me if I was OK. I don't even remember what I said, probably some bullshit. I know Ashley didn't notice. She had -- has -- such beautiful breasts, too. Even back then, they were just swellings on her chest, but God, it drove me crazy to see them. Ashley had little light pink nipples and tiny aureolae, but perfectly rounded breasts. I guess all girls do when they first start to grow. Hers were, I mean are, so beautiful.

OK, this may not seem like much. I mean, it IS a big deal, because fathers don't normally stare at their daughter's breasts. At least, not that I know of. But this was nothing compared to where it was going.

So then we were on a boat with my brother-in-law. It was his houseboat. Everybody was in bathing suits. Ashley was sitting on my lap in one of the boat chairs, jumping and twisting around. She was excited about being on the boat. And oh my God, her little ass was rubbing against my hard penis. Just to think of it -- I mean, all that was separating us was, you know, just a little fabric. Two pieces of thin fabric. I mean, God, I could feel her, you know, her buttocks clinging to my penis. It drove me crazy. Fucking crazy. Excuse my language, but I don't think you understand how intense it was. So intense that I ejaculated in my swimsuit. Thank God I was wearing sunglasses so nobody could see my expression when it happened..........(cont)