”“I’m sorry Dani. Like I said, I'm not used to you being home yet,” he replied. “Danny, I think you want to see me with no clothes on! Is t...at right?” she asked.“What? No!,” he stammered.“Tell me the truth, Danny. Don't you want to see me naked?” “No! I mean I don't know. I mean yes! I haven't see you naked since we were little. I still remember how cute you were and the funny feelings I got looking at you. Now you've a grown woman, a beautiful woman, and yes, I'd give anything to see you. Only, her dress went down to her knees and the dress had a back strap to make sure her breasts wouldn't pop out at the sides. I was sure that if I would dance to exuberantly, in this dress, or if I would bend over in this dress, my breasts would be exposed for everyone to see. And I was also sure that I would be flashing my little G-string when I would be dancing this evening.The other girls weren't showing as much skin as us two, but they also looked very nice in their dresses. And the boys. I tell her its fine by me. The cabin is big; three by three seats across. We have two seats next to window over the right wing. Sara looks so cute in that to large jacket I gave her. I take her shirt. It is almost dry.She takes it and opens the zipper of her jacket. I look at her and say. “What are you doing? The plane is nearly full.” Seemly without a care, she takes off my jacket. She is nude to the waist. Her lovely breasts move delightfully, as she puts the shirt on. Sometimes I really do. "Will you be following in your father's footsteps? Into Government? Maybe the Diplomatic Corps?" That would be his fondest wish," Emily said. "But, at this moment, at least, I don't think so." What, then?" said I. ("Whither?" I thought. But I didn't actually say, "Whither?" Don't worry! I was being careful.)"Maybe journalism," Emily replied. "I've worked some for the school's radio station, and for a small local TV channel in Washington." She'd be great at it!" Jessica enthused. "She's a better.