She is a petite, 50 year-old blond beauty that surprises everybody that gets to see her in these ways because she carries herself with a sophisticated...propriety. Her combination of poise and easy conversation during her exposures leave guys believing that they are simply the recipients of her dressing negligently with views that she seems unaware of granting them.Since early in our marriage she has been self-conscious about what some would consider her relatively flat chest by Playboy standards. Ivana, with her arms still in the air, walked slowly over to her purse and with out taking her eyes off of me, reached in and pulled out her company issued ID and handed it to me. I scanned the information and everything looked legit. I handed her the ID back and apologized. I then realized in the excitement, that I was standing in the middle of my kitchen in my boxers. I politely and apologetically excused myself and went back to the bedroom. I slipped on a t-shirt and sweats and went back to. The clip ended."I remember that dress like it was yesterday!" You said, then adding. "And my first pair of high heels...not very graceful was I?" You've always floated like an angel to me, love." I smile at you. "That dress...that dress has always been my favorite dress for you. I have some kind of thing about pleats." I mused as I absently stroked the length of your ponytail. "A...turn on..thing, Dad?" You asked, carefully."I find pleats to be very flattering, and you wore it very well. And. The legs of his pants were too long, and eventhe waistband seemed to have stretched. He shrugged as he pulled themup and headed into the washroom.Then he saw it - his reflection."WHAT THE HELL?!" he screamed, staring at the girl looking back at himin the mirror. She was beautiful. Her big, brown eyes stared back athim with the same fear he was feeling. Her wavy, chestnut hair fell toher shoulders, answering the question of what was tickling his ownshoulders."How is this possible?" Larry.