” His feet were propped up on the coffee table and he didn’t move them even when I stood pointedly right next to his ankles. I looked at him, and ...e grinned. “Don’t let that beer go to waste,” he said, gesturing with his own. The only way I could reach my beer would be to step over his legs, risking breaking an ankle in my ridiculously high heels - or by bracing myself with one hand on the table and leaning as far over as I could. I knew what he was trying to get me to do. So, I turned my hips. She added a photo of a visibly pregnant Sheila to the page.Although there was a smile on her face, there was a sadness in her eyesthat was obvious to Diane; a little retouching would take care of that.Diane found a page whose pink border declared: "It's a GIRL!" She glueda birth announcement for Jessica Stone, six pounds eight ounces (themale Jessie had weighed seven pounds, nine ounces) to the page, alongwith a photo of a joyous Craig Stone holding his newborn daughter. Sheput a sticker. "You won't be needing that ill-fitting thing any more! Here, let's try this one on you." It was strange standing there topless so I was glad to get the pink bra on. She made me lean forward and pulled the cups onto my boobs and then fed my arms in the thin straps. She fastened it behind me then adjusted the straps until it felt comfortable."There, how does that feel?" Yes it feels great, much more comfortable. But I don't think it's exactly suitable for school!" We both laughed and she shook. In this context Daddy is a Daddy Dom and it is Role Play with people over the age of consent)I was getting ready for a party, wearing a halter neck dress that plunged deeply almost but not quite showing off my ample breasts and taking advantage of my bountiful cleavage, it was short enough that when I bent over the boys would get a look at the sexy mesh and lace panties that whilst they covered all the important things were shear and almost see through.I had applied more makeup that I would.