"Is that true, Mr. Colson? Were you looking at my ass?" she asked with a laugh and a smile."Well," I practically stuttered, "what do you expect a man ...o do when you're dressed like that? Both of you. A man can't help but look if you show it to him." I tried to laugh it off, but my defense sounded a little weak. At least they didn't seem to realize I'd been touching myself!"Oh, we know, Dad. Mr. Simmons, our math teacher, is always checking out the girls' butts. We think it's funny." Well, funny. The blonde beauty pulled away looking into his stormy grey eyes once more before giving a flirtatious grin. Jacob looked down her body then back up. The only thing on his mind: ‘When are these clothes coming off?’ He chuckled to himself. A look of confusion appeared on her face and she cocked an eyebrow at him. Jacob just shook his head, he slid his hands up and around her waist before placing his hands to her back, and he lightly pulled her shirt off. Willingly she let her shirt slide up till. She carefully ran her fingertips along the waistband of the panties and then looked over at her father. “Well?” She asked as she tipped one hip up and held her arms out.“That’s a lot better,” he said with a definite nod.Turning around so her back was facing him she asked as she looked back over her shoulder, “Don’t think mom would object?”He dropped his eyes to her small, round ass and let it linger there for a long moment and then said, “Well if she doesn’t see it she can’t say anything.”The. Frozen in time as the image of our naked bodies is permanently tattooed into our minds. We come together into a deep embrace that threatens to squeeze us into each other’s skins. I bend down to kiss you but you turn your head and move toward the balcony. Playful little minx. I obediently follow you. When I step onto the balcony I see you, leaning on your elbows over the rail, a gentle breeze blowing through your hair and the moonlight letting your soft perfect skin shine like a beacon. I stand.