.."Do you think I'm pretty Daddy?" Daddy swallows hard, "You look very pretty, beautiful in fact" When Daddy says this the sons's little clitty jump... and starts to leak a little. He blushes all over and a silly, stupid, bimbo like giggle escapes his lips. He didn't mean to do it/. Daddy just makes it happen and he doesn't know why. "I see you had a fun night with the girls last night." Daddy still looks shocked, eyes glazed over and breathing hard. The son is so excited his little. “I'd be honored to be your girlfriend, Jack. I think kissing on the davenport would be loads of fun, as long as we don't go to far. But what if your parent's come home, and catch us?”“They went out to a party, and won't be back until late. I have a curfew of midnight, and I promise that you will be in bed by then.” Mandy didn't know how they both kept a straight face, but some how they did. Jack continued, “I promise I will respect your limits, and not do anything you don't want to. But my mind was still on my mom’s juicy boobs that I had just seen. I wanted to see them again. Now I stopped roaming outside with friends and was staying at home most of the time trying to get a glimpse of her.I noticed that whenever dad was at home she came out to collect the milk fully covered with saree and wearing the blouse. But sometimes her blouse will be open and I could understand that she and dad had been doing it at night.Days passed like this with nothing happening and then I got a. (Yes, I know: this is Carla's story. Rest assured that I won't stray too far from it. But I will share a few of my own antics here. Those of you who want to read more about my own exhibitionist history should check out my previous story, "Flirting With Exhibitionism and Incest.")So what was my standard wardrobe around Cheryl during those weeks that Carla was parading her nude body around her friend? Shorts and a t-shirt were what I usually wore around the house. Cheryl and Carla grew closer by.