He went in and had her sit on the toilet as he unbuttoned her filthy, once-white, blouse, then helped her unbuckle her tight fitting riding breeches and pulled them down and off. She was then clad only in wet panties and a wet bra, which had, somehow also become mud-streaked. He tried not to look, but he couldn't help but notice how delightfully perfect his daughter's body was. He chastised himself as he turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature.

"Ok, honey, do you want me to go out while you shower?" he asked.

"Daddy, I'm not showering with my underwear on," she said apologetically. She put her hand...