Freddie watched, impressed, as a long-limbed girl loped down the steps with antelope-like grace. Her skin was the polished black of a west coast Afric...n and her clothes looked as though they cost as much as the Ferrari. She tossed a Michael Kors "Skorpio" satchel handbag into the car, not caring if she scuffed either the bag or the car's upholstery. "Back soon, darling" she called to Norman before peering momentarily over seasonally unnecessary sunglasses at Freddie and sliding into the car in. She was naked as well and she seemed both excited and nervous at the same time. I looked at the big nipples on her medium breasts and her hairy pussy and was especially excited to think that she too was about to be seen that way by others.“I’m trying to fluff out my pubes” I told her, thinking that she might find what I was doing to be silly. “They’re here!” she replied excitedly as she grabbed the brush from my hand and quickly fluffed out her own pubic hair and briefly looked at herself in. But, I have a question,” she said. “Okay,” I said. “Did you do it? I just cannot see you killing three men. I followed you some in the joint, and it just didn’t compute,” she said. “What difference does it make,” I said, it was not a question. “I’ve done the time, and I don’t want to be reliving the event anymore.” “Okay, so that answers my question: you didn’t do it. You covered for somebody else. I don’t see your daughter as the culprit, too young and inexperienced, and yes, I know the. Setting off for the dressing room she held her dress delicately, as if it was made of rice paper. Closing the door to her spacious fitting room she stripped off her outfit; consisting of 7’s black skinny jeans, a Theory fitted tuxedo shirt and black and utterly destroyed Converse high-tops. Left in a lacy black La Perla bra and panties she removed the dress from its silken hanger and threw it over her head. Turning in the mirror it was obvious that she would be getting the dress, and that she.