For the briefest second, I’d seen Rachael’s pussy through the loose elastic and Jesus Christ! It was small and sensual and with the sexiest dustin... of newly formed, black pubic hairs; silky soft looking and so fresh.Arousal arrived, an erection threatening, and I struggled. Rachael really, really attracted me. It was more than the powerful draw of her adolescence. I liked her. I liked this sweet, articulate, smart girl pretending to rebel. I adored her. I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting. She was built like her mother, only taller, with dark brown hair, and not quite yet as busty. Though the pictures I had seen of her mother at that age, she wore a B-cup. This girl who was soon to be my step-daughter was firmly in a D-cup, and growing. She was in a DD (or E, depending on the bra company) by the time she was 18.Her older sister wore a G-cup, but I never really got the chance to know her until after she graduated high school, and moved in with us. Since this story is about the one. “Tell me about the ball.”He smiled and took in my exhibited body. How much has he seen me like this and he still surveys my body as if it was new to him? As strange as it should be, he did appear to be more comfortable. “It isn’t the ball so much as what it could lead to.” I cocked my head inquiringly. He smiled at that but continued. “As the name would indicate, the ball is a formal perversion affair of the rich. Everyone has perverse interests or fantasies, it is just that the very rich can. Or maine us raat usse thodi thodi sexy baatain kiya n dusre din hum date per chal pade ..resort ghar se 2hrs durr thaa toh hum loag wahan jaate jaate thuq chuke thee toh hum loag jaise hi resort pohanche toh maine wahan dekha k usdin wahan koi nahi aaya thaa ko maine usse wahin choadne ka plan banaliya n phir mai swimming costume pehan ne chalagaya or ushe bhi pehan kaar aane ko kaha toh usne change karke 5mins me aane lagi jaise hi maine ushe dekha toh dekhta hi rahgaya usne transparent.