Okay yes. I was snooping where I shouldn't have been - that my daughter may be having relationship with boys. Well at least, I found out that she's be...n putting about a pound of some kind of rubber falsies in her bra to get the boys heated up. I don't know why you would do this, unless it was leading toward sex. I don't even know how to approach her about this subject.It's not just the bra thing. It's the whole growing up, wearing heels and all of these things I can't relate too. She. ” I said as she walked to the passenger side of the car, followed by one of her admirers who quickly opened the passenger door. I was already in the car when I watched her enter, spreading her legs in a very un-ladylike manner, showing plenty of her nylon covered thighs.“You taking your slut out to dinner?” Another asked, leaning over, and staring at Paula.“Well, somewhere to get her tummy filled, hopefully.” I answered giving one of those double-entendre meanings to my statement.“Ooo, sounds. And you didn't answer my question."He shrugged. "The market's good."She leaned forward eagerly, saw his eyes flick down the front of her blouse. Puppet on a string. "Market? Would you care to tell me who comprises your little voyeur market?" No." The word came out fast, a knee-jerk response. She'd been expecting it. This kid held the rare position of popularity without the aid of varsity sports. He was the sort of merry prankster who tended to become a sort of minor-league folk hero to his. ”“You love me, right, Dad?” she asked.“Of course, baby, you know I do.”“Then how can anything we do be inappropriate?”Very subtly, right there on the street with people streaming around them in all directions, Marlee ground her ripe, young body against her father’s cock as if punctuating what she just said.“That would be all too easy, sweetheart. You’ve been giving me the most inappropriate ideas all day,” Greg confessed, letting his hands drop over the girl’s ass.“Good,” she said. Then she put.