.“You see him perving on us this afternoon?” said Megan.“Yeah,” said Charlotte. “My dad...” with a sigh.Carl burned with shame. He thought...he’d been very discreet in stealing glances at the girls, but apparently not. And there his daughter was, going along with them behind his back. She was just fitting in with her friends -- he got that at one level -- but it also really bothered him.At night he lay in bed beside Mary, the fat slob, with images of nubility filling his mind. He’d still bury his. Or maybe she just gave off some certain pheromone that drove the guys in our family wild.For probably the next six months she was my fantasy. Until then, i had had very little interest in girls. After than, i wanted to be near her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to smell her.I guess she enjoyed the attention I gave her because after about a month she started facilitating my fantasies by often inviting me to go along with them on dates. My brother didnt seem to mind, but by that point he was. Maybe... The thrill of soapy hands gliding over my flat belly interrupts my thoughts. They dip into my belly button then slide down over each hip to my long legs. They linger at my feet and a smile lifts my full lips at the incredibly erotic wave that is washing over me as your strong hands firmly massage my feet. This is my favorite part. My feet. You know that nothing turns me on more than a foot massage. It's like there is a direct nerve from my feet to my pussy and you know just how to. I can see how much my baby is straining, I unbuckle his belt and slide his trousers, along with his boxers off and place them next to him.I then extract me left foot from my stilleto and place my foot onto his throbbing cock. I lightly stroke his cock with my foot, letting him feel every curve of my tiny size 3's. I once again begin to roll my stocking down my leg, this time allowing him to remove my stocking from my foot with his teeth. I place my foot on his shoulder to give him a nice view.