The hot water helped a little, but not enough to make clambering out again an easy task. Your daughter had basically jumped in and straight back out. Leaving you feeling even more of a creaking old invalid and a little snubbed after more than a month of intimate moments washing each other. Sure, you'd shared a long bath last night, but it was unlike her to leave you swilling soap around your own balls. She loved playing with your scrotum... or had always acted like she did. Were these more casual moments of intimacy being thrown by the wayside now she had her greater aim fulfilled?

You were stiffly towelling...