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Incest, father daughter, older man young girl by Lea 599 My name is Leeann Adams and I am nineteen and I am an addict. I have been an addict since I was six years old. I am addicted to sex. Now, you may scoff at that statement but it is true, I have to have sex every day, preferably two or three times a day. I crave it like an heroin addict craves a fix. Most of the time I masturbate, using a variety of battery operated toys. I usually wake up in the morning and leisurely reach for one of my toys. On rare occasions, I find a nice man to share a weekend with. Even though I am an addict, I am still very picky about my men. Maybe I should describe my self, so that you can get a better picture of me. I am 5' 2", if I take a deep breath while measuring. Normally I weigh 98 pounds. Blond hair, blue eyes. Most people say I'm cute, or pixieish, not beautiful. My measurements are 32-20-32 B-cup. I guess you could say I am small all over. My uncle initiated me into sex when I was six, just touching and kissing, and licking. At that age, it felt nice but I could take it or leave it. What really turned me on was that he let me play with his cock, I guess that was the beginning of my love affair with men's cocks. When I was ten I seduced my father into having oral sex with me. At twelve I had oral sex with my grandfather several times. Some girls learn sewing, some learn painting, some learn public speaking. I learned men! I learned that men between the ages of fifty and sixty love little girls. I mean, they really love little girls and I was a little girl! My mother walked out of our lives when I was twelve, so that allowed me to sleep with my father anytime I wanted to. He was my lover, best friend, my confidant, my teacher, as well as my father. He allowed me to act out all my fantasies. When all this transpired, he knew all about it, he didn't like it but he allowed it to happen. At twelve I was every older man's dream. Tiny, delicate, Blonde hair that tumbled down my back. It framed my tiny pixy face in a huge, wavy mass. Bright, blue eyes. Small mouth, that looked even smaller, when trying to fit itself around a large penis. Tiny, delicate hands, that contrasted with an older mans large penis. My father said I already had "dancers legs". I don't say this in a bragging way, just want you to get the picture, so that you may better understand what happened and perhaps understand me a little better. I discovered, by twelve, that I preferred men between the ages of fifty and sixty. First because, as I said before, they really love young girls. They are normally nice, gentlemen. They don't have any diseases. They truly enjoy making love to young girls. They have a lot of experience at making love. Finally, they love to have oral sex, my absolute favorite. Now that I have told you about me, let me explain my game. Yes, it is a game. I go fishing every Saturday. Like most fishermen, I don't catch something every time I go out but most times I do. A lot of girls play this game. They use different bait. With a lot of them it is a tattoo and short short skirts. With others it is a lot of makeup. Some like to dye their hair some bright color. I dress rather nice. Maybe a nice frilly blouse, very thin, to allow my nipples to show through just a tiny bit. A medium length pleated skirt. I went to the mall like I always do on Saturday. I figured I would play my game and see what I could catch. I really love to have those older men drool over me, makes me feel so good. When I got there, I went into the bathroom and took off my panties, as usual. I had on my favorite skirt, you know, the one that is medium short and pleated, so if I bend over in front of a guy it shows my bare ass. Well, I left the bathroom, feeling the cool air blowing across my tiny, bald pussy and wandered around through the stores for a while but there didn't seem to be any men that were interested in a twelve year old, very disappointing. I decided I might as well go home, when I noticed a man looking at me. I pretended not to notice him and went around the rack of clothes and peeked around. He was actually following me! I checked him out. About 50, nice looking, clean shaved, neat haircut, expensive looking suit, new looking shoes. (you can tell a lot about someone by looking at their shoes, read that somewhere). He didn't look like a cop or store security but I decided to test him anyway. I wandered out of the store, went down a couple of stores and went in. Five minutes later, here he comes, casually walking in. He pretended not to be looking for me, but his eyes swept all around the store, I decided right then that he was the one for the day. I turned around quickly and our eyes met for a second, then he dropped his eyes and pretended to be examining a pair of walking shorts. Wow! He was really interested! Most of the time I had to do something to get their interest, like flash my ass at them or flirt in some manner. Maybe it was my hair. "Okay mister", I thought. "Let's see how far I can lead you." I went into five or six stores, just casually looking at stuff. Sure enough, here he came, not like he was tailing me but just seeming to be wandering around, but I knew. I went to the food court, got a coke and hamburger, found an empty table off to the side, like I usually do. Here came my victim, slipping into a seat at a nearby table with his tray. He was sitting so that he faced my table. Time to go into my act. I looked directly at him and smiled. At first he seemed unsure as to what to do, then he smiled back. I took a small bite of my hamburger, then pretending I had some catsup on my finger, I stuck it into my mouth and sucked slowly while looking directly at him. I could see his eyes get big as his mind thought about what it would be like to have me suck on his cock. I took another bite, then slowly licked my fingers. His eyes never left my face. Wow! I knew I had him totally hooked. I was swinging my legs back and forth and I saw his eyes drop to them, so I opened my legs just a little. I was watching his face real close and saw his mouth drop open as he got a brief glimpse up my legs. Maybe even a glimpse of my bare pussy. He was grinning now. He put his hands together and then spread them apart, like he wanted me to open my legs wider. I pulled up my skirt a little and opened my legs wide. When he got a good look at my bare pussy I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack. He got up and approached my table. "Excuse me young lady," he said, in a pleasant voice. "Would you mind if I sat down?" I smiled warmly and motioned to the chair next to me. "Please do." My twelve year old pussy was quivering with excitement, but outwardly I tried to appear calm. One must always stay in control of the situation. I knew that all I had to do would be to scream and there would be a dozen cops swarming all over him, so I had no fear of anything, as long as we remained in the mall. "You have the most gorgeous eyes and hair," he says. "Is that all you noticed?" I reply, trying to put a cute little pout on my mouth. There was something about this man that I found to be very intriguing. He wasn't the ordinary run of the mill mal guy. I found his eyes were like looking into a deep pool, hinting of something. What it was I had know idea. I wanted instinctively to get to know him more. Somehow, the little game of touchy feely wasn't important anymore. Somehow I wanted more from him, what, I didn't know, just more. "You seem to have forgotten something when you got dressed this morning," he whispered, as his hand slid up my thigh, finger tips brushing across my mound, sending waves of pleasure coursing though my body. "I hope you don't find me too forward in mentioning it?" The fingertips were brushing across my tiny clit, causing my whole body to tingle. I was having trouble sitting still. "I seem to be forgetful at times." I managed to mumble, while trying to control my lower body. I was afraid I might have an orgasm right there. I felt my legs open wider as the questing fingers moved over my damp pussy. "Maybe I should go get some panties to put on before we both get in trouble." "Maybe you can help me with a problem I have. Oh, by the way, my name is Art, Art Martin." "Leeann," I mumble, Still trying to control my shaking body as one of the fingers slipped inside me. "What kind of problem do you have?" "I need a baby-sitter. Do you ever baby-sit?" "Yes I sit once in a while. You don't look like you would need one." "I'm from out of town, and I want to surprise my son and his wife tonight, by taking them out to dinner. I need to find someone to watch after their two-year-old. Would you baby sit? I will pay you very well, it being on such short notice and all." His fingers were driving me crazy with desire. I fought to hold back the orgasm that was building. "Okay," I replied never breaking eye contact with him. His eyes were almost hypnotic. Sliding his finger over my swollen clit, he added, "You know, Leeann, I think you need to buy some new panties." He pulled his hand away from my tormented pussy and nodded towards the Victoria's Secret, "See that store over there? Tell you what, why don't you go over there and buy yourself some pretty panties to wear tonight when you're baby-sitting, Of course, if you don't want to wear them all night, you could take them off." Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. "Pick out something nice and then come back and show me." I accepted the gift and strode off to the store. Once in the store, I was approached by a sales clerk, very pretty, about thirty or thirty five. I showed her the hundred dollar bill, to demonstrate that I was a serious shopper, not just a kid that would waist her time. "A nice man gave me this. Said I needed some new panties," I said with a smile. That caused her to raise her eye brows a little. "What type of panties did you have in mind?" I grinned at her. "Something very sexy, maybe see through is what he would like." I could see that the lady was having a problem, trying to figure me out. She was sure that I was only twelve or thirteen. So why was I buying a sexy pair of panties for an obvious night of sex at my age. She kinda shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, not my problem and led me to the right department. "I would think you might take the smallest size we have," she remarked, as she selected several pair and led me to the dressing room. "Would you be needing any help with the fitting?" I looked at her smiling face, wondering. "Yes please. I want this to be so perfect." I followed her into the fitting room. Kicking off my shoes, I undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor, all the while watching her face. Her eyes got big, as she saw my bare pussy. "My, you do need new panties for sure." She whispered, her eyes focused on my slit. "You sure are a pretty thing," she added, as she knelt in front of me and held the first pair for me to step into. "Try this pair first," she said, the back of her fingers brushing across my pussy very lightly, as she slid them on. I couldn't quite suppress a tiny moan, as I felt her fingers brush my mound again. I had never entertained the idea of letting a woman make love to me, but after all the stimulation that I had endured in the last hour, this was just too much. Obviously she had detected the moan, for she slid the pair of panties down and even as I went to step out of them, her mouth was on my pussy. My whole body shuddered, as an orgasm swept over me. I reached down and gripped her head in both hands, pulling her mouth hard into my exploding cunt. Her teeth were pressed against my swollen clit as wave after wave of delicious orgasm swept through me. I was moaning in esctacy. My entire body was on fire, as her tongue delved into my tortured pussy. My legs were shaking so badly, I felt that I might fall down. Reluctantly I pushed her head away. She rocked back on her heels, my cunt juice dripping from her lips. "Honey, you taste so good. Anytime you want more, please come see me." I selected a pair of black see-through panties, not even noticing the price tag of 35 dollars, I was that shook up. I hadn't had an orgasm that big before and it took me some time to recover. Quickly I put my skirt back on and staggered out of the fitting room, laid the hundred on the counter, picked up my change and left the store. I glanced across to the food court, he was still there. I had no idea how long I had been in the fitting room being eaten by the sales woman, could have been an hour or ten minutes, it was that good. "Glad to see you again." He stated, without the slighest hint of anger at being left waiting. I sat down and showed him my purchase. It was already 4:30 PM,so I told him I had to go. I told him that he could pick me up at 6:30 PM. I gave me him my address and a phone number in case he got lost. I slid the change across the table but he surprised me by refusing it. I slipped off the chair, kissed him on the cheek and walked away. All the way home I argued with myself, calling myself every kind of stupid I could think of. I had played my game so many times without giving the man anything but letting him feel me up, sometimes masturbating him a little. Why was this time different? What made him different? Was it his voice? No, it was definitely was his eyes, his hypnotic eyes. I had looked into his eyes and lost my good sense. I was relieved to see that my father was home from work, he would know how to get me out of this mess. "Daddy!" I began, just as soon as I entered the living room. "I got a big problem." I spent the next half hour explaining what had happened that afternoon at the mall. He raised his eyebrows at the mention of what the salesgirl had done to me. He shook his head sadly at me giving my address to a strange man. "I thought we had agreed to never giving our address?" He said, some rebuke in his voice. I hung my head. "I'm sorry daddy, truly I am but this man is different. I don't know how but he just is. Just this once, can't we make an exception? I didn't tell him about you and me. I would never tell anyone about us." My father looked thoughtful. "What if he isn't satisfied with oral sex? What if he insists on fucking you? What if he rapes you? Have you thought about that? There will be no policemen to scream for. No store security. Some men can't control their urges. You are too small and too young to have intercourse yet. Have you thought about that?" I was properly chastised. "I really am sorry daddy but I just know he isn't that way." "Okay darling, you know I can't refuse you anything but I worry all the same. I will do my best to check him out and find out what hotel he will take you to. You go take your bath and dress real nice. By the way, does he know how old you are? "I don't know. The subject never came up." Promptly at 6:30 PM the door bell rang. "Stay in the living room until I check him out." My father said, as he went to answer it. I could hear everything that was said. "Hi, I'm Art Martin. Leeann is baby-sitting my granddaughter tonight. Is she ready?" "Won't be long. I understand you are from out of town?" "Yes. Texas. I'm here visiting my son and his family. Wanted to take them to dinner." "Do you have some identification mister Martin." Yes, of course and here is the receipt for the hotel where Leeann will be sitting, in case you want to check later to see if she is okay." "Has she sat for a two-year-old before?" "Yes, she has," my father replied. "Several times. She's quite mature for a twelve year old." ..........silence....................it seemed to drag on....... "Good! Excellent!" Mister Martin croaked, as he absorbed the shocking information just given to him. "Twelve!? You say. I took her for a maybe a little older." "She's almost thirteen and very knowledgeable," my father added, as a way of reassuring him. "Oh, very good," Art managed. I decided to make my appearance at that moment and maybe save both of them from saying the wrong thing and causing the whole thing to go down the drain. "Hi, Mister Martin, I'm ready to go," I said, kissing my father on the cheek, then following Art to his shiny car. WOW! He sure liked to travel in style! "Are you really going out to dinner? Am I really going to be baby-sitting tonight?", I ask, as he held the door for me. "Uh, well, no. I thought you understood......." "I don't know. The subject never came up." Promptly at 6:30 PM the door bell rang. "Stay in the living room until I check him out." My father said, as he went to answer it. I could hear everything that was said. "Hi, I'm Art Martin. Leeann is baby-sitting my granddaughter tonight. Is she ready?" "Won't be long. I understand you are from out of town?" "Yes. Texas. I'm here visiting my son and his family. Wanted to take them to dinner." "Do you have some identification mister Martin." Yes, of course and here is the receipt for the hotel where Leeann will be sitting, in case you want to check later to see if she is okay." "Has she sat for a two-year-old before?" "Yes, she has," my father replied. "Several times. She's quite mature for a twelve year old." ..........silence....................it seemed to drag on....... "Good! Excellent!" Mister Martin croaked, as he absorbed the shocking information just given to him. "Twelve!? You say. I took her for a maybe a little older." "She's almost thirteen and very knowledgeable," my father added, as a way of reassuring him. "Oh, very good," Art managed. I decided to make my appearance at that moment and maybe save both of them from saying the wrong thing and causing the whole thing to go down the drain. "Hi, Mister Martin, I'm ready to go," I said, kissing my father on the cheek, then following Art to his shiny car. WOW! He sure liked to travel in style! "Are you really going out to dinner? Am I really going to be baby-sitting tonight?", I ask, as he held the door for me. "Uh, well, no. I thought you understood......." "Are we going to your hotel?" "Uh, only if you want to," he replied. "Are you hungry? We could go somewhere and get something to eat." "No, I had supper. Do you have room service in your hotel?" "Sure." "Can I order something?" "Uh, yes, you can order anything you like," he replied, comprehending the profound implications of my questions. He now knew that I wanted him to take me to his hotel room. "Uh, did you wear the panties you bought today?" "Yes, and I can't wait for you to see them!" "You won't have them on for very long," he replied as a warning. "Yes, I know." We stopped at a traffic light. He turned to me and boldly lifted my skirt enough to see that I was indeed wearing the panties he had bought me. I brushed his hand away declaring, "Someone might see! I'll show you everything when we get there." He seemed to be a little nervous, as we walked through the lobby of the posh hotel. I reached over and took his hand and whispered, "People will think I am you daughter." That seemed to relax him a little. When he opened the door to his suite, I was blown away. My father treated me to a hotel room once in a while but this was a palace! I ran in and pounced on the huge sofa. "Can we order room service now, please?" "What would you like?" He asked with a smile. "Can I have some ice cream?" "Of course sweetheart, you can have anything you desire." He picked up the phone and ordered two ice creams. "They have chocolate, vanilla and butter scotch and chocolate chip." "They don't have Cookies and Cream?" "No, apparently not." "Okay, chocolate chip!" While we waited for room service to deliver our order, he asked to see my panties again. I was wearing an outfit similar to the one I wore at the mall. "Take off your skirt, darling, so I can see you better." I smiled and immediately unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and walked over to him. I could see, by the bulge in his pants, that he was turned on by the way the new panties made me look. His eyes were riveted on my pussy. I turned slowly around, letting him get a good look. As I turned back to face him, his hands slid up my legs, then around to caress my ass. Because the panties were a modified thong, his fingers slid along my ass crack, bringing a tingling sensation to my entire body. I move my butt, much like a cat would when petted, trying to get more. Now his hands were sliding over my hips to slide on my tummy. Now his lips were on my tummy, trailing tiny kisses and licks all over my tummy. I twisted and turned, trying to get those lips to go down further but they refused. The lips were bringing such wonderful feelings. Now he was unbuttoning my blouse, spreading it open to expose my, nearly nonexistent breasts. My nipples were hard in anticipation of his mouth and tongue when there was a knock on the door and the announcement, "Room Service!" Softly I cursed at the intrusion, but it was my own doing, I had wanted ice cream! "You better step into the bedroom, darling, while I answer the door." After the waiter left I came out and we fed each other ice cream. I tried to tease him, by spending a long time licking the spoon. His eyes, those hypnotic eyes, never left my lips and tongue. Our ice cream finished, he took my hand and guided me back into the bedroom where the main events of the evening were to unfold. I made a comment about the big spa tub in the corner of the bedroom. A bath? That sounded good to him, so he began to draw a hot bath. While the tub filled with hot water and bubbles, he took me in his arms, and bending over, kissed me for the first time. I kissed back, stabbing through his lips with my tongue. We stood and kissed for some time, while the tub filled and his hands explored my tiny ass. Finally he excused himself and disappeared into the bathroom. I took that opportunity to pin my hair up and slip into the tub. He came out of the bathroom dressed in a big, fluffy robe. He seemed to desire me immensely but wasn't sure how far to go with me. I invited him into the tub and he dropped his robe and slipped in facing me, straddling my legs with his legs. I scooted down until my feet touched his genitals. Now it was my turn to feel him up with my feet. Gleefully I teased and toyed, I watched with interest as his cock stiffened even more. Suddenly I withdrew my feet and turned to face him on my knees. I reached out and touched his cock for the first time. His eyes grew large, as he watched my tiny hands slowly caress his huge cock. The contrast was unmistakable. His cock was no larger than my father's but to a tiny twelve year old, it was huge. His breath was coming harder as I softly stroked his cock, trailing my fingers down and over his balls, tickling, squeezing, raking my little finger nails over them. He was reclining back against the edge of the tub. Ever so slowly, I leaned forward, my eyes on his, my tiny fingers gripping his cock. My mouth was open and my tongue was licking my lips. I heard a moan escape his lips as he watched my lips in fascination, knowing what was coming. A quarter of an inch away from the head of his cock, I hesitated, my tongue flicking out, touching him, soft as a butterflies wing. His cock was twitching so badly that I had to grip it with both hands. I noticed a large drop of pre-cum nestling on the head and flicked my tongue into it, getting my first taste of him. His eyes followed the pre-cum, as it stuck to the tip of my tongue and disappeared into my mouth. Now, my tongue went to work on his cock, sliding around the head. Every so often my lips would suck at the side of his cock, making a slurping sound, accompanied by a moan from my victim. My lips trailed down the entire length of his throbbing cock, teeth nibbling. My eyes rarely left his, my father had taught me that it heightened a mans pleasure to watch him as you sucked on his cock. "Oh god baby!" He moaned. "Where did you learn that?" I sucked a little harder. "Baby, you got to stop!" More moans, as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. "Sweetie! Please! You got to stop or I am going to cum all over the place." My mouth closed over the head of his cock. "Oh God!" I could feel his legs shaking and I knew he was close. My fingers were all over his cock now, stroking, stroking, stroking. Then I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat and I swallowed quickly as he pumped his cum into my mouth. It was spurting out the sides of my mouth, as my tiny throat couldn't quite manage to swallow all of it. Finally it was over and I licked the cum from his softening cock. His breath was still coming in large gasps. "What the hell just happened?" he ask, trying to get his breath back to normal. "Where did you learn how to do that?" I rocked back to my side of the tub. "Did I do good?" I ask, with as innocent a look as I could muster, considering there was drying cum all over my face. He grinned broadly. "Baby, I have never been done better than that and I have been done by experts." He stood up and helped me out of the tub, wrapping me in a big , fluffy towel and patting me dry. Leading me to the the king size bed, he pulled away the towel, as I scrambled into the center. He crawled in and took my foot in his hand, bringing it to his mouth, he sucked each toe, slipping his tongue in between each toe, bring wonderful sensations to my moist pussy. He began working his way, from my toes, to my ankles. His lips and tongue lingering here and there, never remaining for long in one place. My pussy was aching for his tongue but he tortured me endlessly. I felt my cunt dripping moisture in anticipation of the arrival of his magical tongue. Maddingnly slow, the lips crept up my inner thighs. I squirmed with desire, my legs opening as wide as possible. Reaching down, I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging, urging. His hair brushed my aching cunt, as he licked and kissed down my thighs, bringing a whimper to my lips. His tongue was driving me insane. my father liked to tease but this was true torture. I felt like my body was on fire. Suddenly he turned me over and attacked my ass, spreading my cheeks open to expose my tiny ass hole. My body exploded, as his tongue slid across it for the first time, then it probed harder and I felt another orgasm roll over me. I was whimpering in sheer esctacy, as I pushed my tortured ass into his questing tongue. He rolled me back over and I opened my legs, welcoming his magical tongue into my steaming cunt. He slid his hands under me, cupping my ass cheeks and raised me up to meet his hungry mouth. I threw my legs up on his shoulders, gripping his head like a vise, my hands pulling at his head, as a scream escaped my lips. My whole body erupted in a tremendous orgasm, larger than I had ever experienced before, when his teeth bit down gently on my swollen little clit. Suddenly, he lowered back to the bed me and raised up between my wide open legs, his cock sticking straight out like a giant pole. I stared at this huge organ and felt fear. "I'm a virgin." "What did you say?" He asked not believing what he had just heard. "I'm a virgin." "Uh... Do you want to remain a virgin?" He asked. "Yes." He sprawled out next to me. I could see his cock, throbbing and aching. Crystal clear, pre-seminal lubricant, literally drooled from it. I sat up and straddled his chest. "Okay, now it's your turn again." Pushing down on his chest with my hands, I scooted backwards, dragging my soaking wet cunt across his cock. I could feel it throbbing in anticipation. I scooted back farther and took up position between his legs. Reaching forward, I ran my hands over his cock, letting my tiny fingers play along the full length of his magnificent cock. I lowered my lips to his oozing cock head, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. He gasped as he felt my tongue circling the tip of his penis. My mouth engulfed the broad head and lashed it with my dancing tongue. Caressing the length of his shaft with my lips, I began taking long strokes, flicking my tongue against the soft underside of his glans when I reached it. He cried out in sweet agony as the first spurt urged into my mouth in a torrent, nearly taking me by surprise. I pulled off and the third blast launched in a high arch to splatter across his abdomen. I then took him back into my mouth as the final ejaculatory impulses pumped more sperm laden semen into my mouth. I happened to glance at the clock by the bedside and I knew that there was a problem, it was already past 1:30. "I told Daddy, I'd be home by one! You have got to get me home!" We were stuck together with cum as I rolled off. It was obvious that we would need to get cleaned up first. I drew some water in the spa tub, not enough for a bath, but enough for a sponge bath. We got in and we washed each other one last time. While I found the various parts of my outfit and dressed, he got back into his suit, tie and all. It was a well after two, when we made it to the elevator. As we sped towards my home, He asked if he could see me again tomorrow, explaining that his business should be concluded by ten and he could meet me somewhere afterwards. "No, I can't, Art. Not tomorrow. Daddy's off tomorrow and... he wants to spend some time with me." "Doing what?" "Whatever. You know... We always spend time together whenever we can." "Well, I've have to return home tomorrow and take care of my business. I don't know when I'll be back, but... I will be back. Do you think you could baby-sit for me again?" "I'd love to," I replied with a giggle. "One thing, Leeann... if you're still a virgin when I see you again... you won't be afterwards. I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart. Fuck you like a woman should be fucked. Okay? Fair warning." "Uh, okay... I guess," was the reply I could give, knowing quite well that there was little chance of us ever meeting again. He pulled up to my house and leaned over and kissed me once more, making it last for a long time. He then pressed a bunch of bills into my hand. I looked at the money and then looked back at him, dropping them to the floor of the car. "I'm not a prostitute." I said. "It's a gift." "You gave me a gift tonight. A wonderful time." He walked me up to the door. The door opened. My father looked at me and then at him. "Late dinner?" he asked as I stepped inside. "We went to a club afterwards and time just slipped by. Sorry to bring her home so late." "Yeah, right," my father muttered, as he closed the door.