"… Still I get a kick out of you," she hummed, washing her legs and stomach now. The thought of Gil Turner reminded her that she was a big girl now and had to be increasingly careful of her father's jealousy. Males were becoming more open in their advances now and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to explain why she wouldn't date any of them. More than any of them Gil Turner was becoming increasingly suspicious of the relationship between herself and her father, because it was with Gil that she had had the only sexual encounter with anyone other than her father.

That had been a little over six months ago. Her father had flown East to attend the funeral of his sister, her Aunt Carrie, and had left Sherry at Lake Tahoe in Gil Turner's care to finish out the engagement there. Her father trusted Gil completely which was foolish because on the very same night he had left Gil had gotten her tipsy on martinis in his room and they had made love. It had been the first time she had fucked with anybody other than her father and, secretly, she had wanted to have sex with another male for a long time anyway. For companion. The martinis had removed all trace of inhibition and she had yielded willingly.

The reason she guessed that Gil suspected her relationship with her father was because she had never let him approach her after that single encounter, even when the opportunity presented itself. The reasons for Gil's suspicion had to go even deeper than that though, she knew. Only a fool – and Gil was by no stretch of the imagination a fool – would think that Sherry had not had considerable sexual experience prior to their copulation. The martinis had brought out her skill. She had sucked his cock, fucked him in every imaginable position and uttered every four-letter work known to man on the night of their affair. No, Gil was no fool and since she never dated males he had to guess the origin of her sexual finesse: Daddy and daughter. She had literally fucked poor Gil to a state of exhaustion that night and before staggering to the door to say good night he had said, "Good God, Sherry… I never would have guessed we can't ever breathe a word of this to anybody… ever… it could blow the whole act… kaput… and you know why never a word to – to anyone…"