" Look, Mr. Smith." She scrunched her dress up to show me the tops of her thighs; I could only see her knees before.I looked, and gulped.Allie giggled... "You like it! I can tell! My goodness, what a naughty man you are!" Allie, that's quite enough!" Look now, Mr. Smith," said the impudent little thing, and she lifted the dress up to her tummy, giving me a clear view of her light blue panties, soft cotton hiding the parts of her I wanted to see so much.I wasn't supposed to stare, but I couldn't. Usually, I used to wait till that scene and leave. I could see the dark patch between the wet thighs of my sisters, under the towel. The triangle between the thighs of my elder sis was darker, with a thicker growth of pubic hair. Younger sisters hair growth between her thighs was not so thick, but still dark to look at, through the wet towel. Both my sisters were fair and so the dark triangle between the thighs was a sweet sight.But that day, when I was about to return home, disappointed, my. About two weeks laterDawn called about going to a supper club for dinner. Wewere free and agreed to go with them. We met them atthe club after a couple of cocktails we ordered dinnerwith wine. We had a pleasant glow on when the dancingstarted, and I danced a couple with Karen and then Markasked her to dance and she agreed.Throughout the rest of the evening we continued tochange partners. Dawn remarked that my wife and Markdanced very well together, but what I noticed was thatas the evening. She looked back at me nodded silently. I took the fabric in my hands with my knuckles resting on her bare skin and slowly raised it up towards then over her head tracing the contours of her skin with the back of my hands as I did. From this angle I can just see the edge of her right breast. And its magnificent. 32B and barely a handful but perfect to me. She leaned back again and for the first time took a moment to look at my cock. She shifted her head around to see it from different angles.