Her father's voice jarred her from her memory of that first night almost four years ago when he had introduced her to sex. "Nice and warm. Not too hot and not too cool. Just the way you like it."

"Thanks, Daddy," she called, examining her body once more in the mirror before turning and padding toward the bathroom. She stuck her toe in the water, testing the temperature. Then she slid into the tub and began soaping the wash cloth for her bath. Daddy went back into the main room and turned on the piped-in music then adjusted the lighting low. A soft version of I Get A Kick Out Of You wafted its way into the bathroom and Sherry began humming as she soaked and scrubbed.

Her father's preparation for lovemaking in the other room brought on the familiar mushy feeling deep within her vagina (she still liked to think of the feeling as mushy even after all these years). Sherry Trent and The Sunbeams, she thought up and coming musical act. The thought pleased her – that and the fact that agent Gil Turner had told her father he thought he could get more money for the act from now on. She sudsed each breast carefully with the wash cloth, appraising and admiring their firmness as she did so. Then, raising her buttocks slightly so that her vagina emerged from the water, she gently let the soapy cloth run up and down the length of her cunt. She let the cloth trail down so that it tickled her rectum at the same time. She liked the feeling of the warm cloth against her genitals and she did it whenever she bathed because it felt good.