Once again you were encased with your daughter in a womb of hot water. Seeing it flow over her naked form was like travelling back in time, to moments spent watching her mother jump in and out of waterfalls. Yet, there was also a sense of something better here. Your wife had danced naked in the spray purely for her own love of the sensation. Your daughter seemed almost to direct her every movement at you, as if each curve of her form was a gift she offered your eyes. Here, cut off from the outside world by that wall of water, you finally felt safe to truly appreciate her...