It's a shamethat such a pretty girl has to dress like a boy."Just then , dad walked in, looked at me, smiled, and gave me a hug anda kiss on my cheek....Looks like we were right about our little princess," he said to mom ashe held my hand up so I could twirl for him. "She's a real cutie pie!"Princess, cutie pie? From my dad? The one person I worried most abouthow they'd accept me. All my life I wanted to be his little Tiger, thenickname he had given me. I wanted to be good at sports just like. I got to where I couldn't win for losing so I just stopped trying to please her.The Fall is my busiest time of the year and it is not uncommon during September and October for me not to get home until midnight on Monday through Friday. Again, it is my job to entertain customers and I'm not going to apologize to Jesse because of it. I bought her the house she picked, I bought her the car she wanted, the furniture, the appliances, the clothes - you name it - the commission checks and the bonus. That next friday next we were sitting on the couch in the living room waiting on Brian ringing the doorbell. He wasn't aware that I'd be here so I was to hide in the k**s room. Angie was wearing a knee-length housecoat, 'whats underneath?' I asked nodding at the gown. She stood up and opened the housecoat to reveal a red basque with black trim, red suspenders and stockings and NO panties 'do you think he'll like it?' she purred. Just then the doorbell rang,'you get in the k**s room and don't. .. yes ... !”She hurried to the refrigerator, and he watched her ass quiver. Bending forward, shelet him peep at her black-haired, saliva-moistened cunt from between the tops of herpale thighs while she looked into the fridge.“I don’t have any cream cheese!” she said. “Let’s try this!” She pulled out a jar ofmayonnaise.She uncapped it as she carried it to him, and he took it from her. Guiding his prickwith his other hand, he stuck his hotly throbbing shaft deep into the cool, gooshysubstance in.