Her skirt was bunched behind her, and she probably had no idea how it was pulling her ruffled hem even shorter than it was meant to look. Tom paused w...ere he stood for a moment and took a long look at his daughter. He’d always known she had pretty legs, but the way they looked in the shortest skirt he’d ever seen her in was amazing.He supposed just about every father would think his daughter was beautiful, but how many had to fight against the heat of the most unmentionable kind of desire? His. The little black dress was very high fashion, andvery sophisticated. It was highlighted with silver in a few places togive it some Glam, but otherwise it could have been worn out on anexpensive date. I gave myself a smile, then turned and hurried back toget into position before the video keeping the crowd entertained wasfinished.I didn't get to take a proper breath until I was in place, which was onlyslightly encumbered by the tight dress. It still left me with plenty ofroom to breathe to sing. Dad will be home in a few days.” I tried unsuccessfully to look in her eyes as we talked. However, my eyes kept straying, taking in her luxurious body. She reminded me of a Rubens model with her thick legs and dimpled derriere.I watched in stunned amazement as mom’s oval face screwed into a pout. Tears ran down her cheeks. Her face turned bright red. She clenched her fists and began pumping her arms and jumping up and down, her large breasts bouncing disturbingly.“John promised me. He promised. ”“Yeah, I know. But it’s fine. I’ll be fine.”“You looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car! Be careful with your emotions. I can see something is going on between the two of you.”“You know there’s a ton of history there. And more stuff than even you know about. It’s fine. Go play. I’ll be just fine.”I met the team official for Indian Hill and we checked the boards, pairings and clocks and let the coaches know everything was in order. The matches started, and we walked around,.