." she moaned out.I just smiled and let my open palm drift down to her belly. Caressing around her navel I moved further 'south' and teasingly 'nudge'...the edge of her bikini bottom. Toying with the edge she began to squirm; breathing was getting shallow and every so often a little gasp escaped her wondrous lips. Slowly I slid hand into her bottoms but I did not yet touch her sopping wet pussy. I wanted to prolong the agony, the anticipation. She slid her hand through the opening in my boxers. The Ferret was long out of the inventory now, but the museum had several, one each of all of the important marks in at least presentable and displayable condition. Her personal favorite was the Mark 5, obviously. It was the last and best-developed of the line, beginning in service long after her father had left the army. Altogether, there had likely been very near to sixty models and variants of the thing. Some were flat topped, most had hand operated turrets where the commander could stand up. “THAT SETTLES IT! I am resigning too. I want to stay home with the boys and do my part here,” Jenny said.The discussion lasted another hour and it was a happy discussion. JBG would be whole for the first time since we had started the business with all of us in the office every day.I was still behind on my favorite dishes so tonight we went to the big Italian restaurant in Annapolis - just us girls - and the boys who always were great whenever we went out. Tonight I played it smart and reserved. I decided, perhaps against my better judgment, that I wouldn't let it bother me either. We were family, after all, and she did have the cutest little body. As long as I didn't cross any lines, there was nothing wrong with it.She set part of the clothes on the floor, then unfolded the rest, which consisted of a bright red blouse with a long, white skirt. She held them up against her chest and thighs."Which should I wear today, Daddy?" she asked."I think you should wear both the top and the.