I decided to edge my bets,“I have varied tastes to be honest, I try not to put people on a pedestal” which even for me was a pretty good answer.�...What about you?” I had to ask the question back although at only 20 I doubted that she had developed a ‘type’ yet.She cleared her throat, “Well, to cut it short so as not to bore you I am single because I like older men and haven’t found the right one yet, it all stems from my upbringing”, well that was a bombshell and from the way she looked at me it. The fake nails and pedicure from the day before Thanksgiving still looked great.When I saw my fourteen-year-old daughter Daphne come down the stairs I was simply speechless. Daphne was wearing an outfit similar to that of her mothers, but in white. I couldn’t see any bra or panty lines on her either but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t wearing a pair of thongs or a G-string. Daphne leaned over just a little bit and I got a look down her breasts, she definitely was not wearing a bra.I just had. Atthe squeal of delight that the succubus on the other end of the phonemade. "We need a service today, I know it could be expensive... but.."Scott looked a little worried when she mentioned 'Expensive,' but Daphnedid her best to project a reassuring smile. "Great we will be there. Loveyou!" they made kissing sounds to each other and hung up.Daphne looked at Scott and cheerfully said, "We have you an appointmentat a salon. Today!"Scott looked a bit nervous. "is that necessary? I think my hair is. Tess glanced over her shoulder and their eyes met. Tucker was staring at her and was startled when he was caught. Tess hurried into the house, wondering if Tucker saw what happened. She glanced out the window and saw Tucker stroking himself through his jeans. Oh yeah, he saw, Tess smiled to herself. Her hand traveled up her dress to her bodice and slipped inside. Her breasts were heavy with wanting. She grasped a nipple in her fingers and pinched. Sensation shot from her nipple to her wet.