In fact Joanne had told Becky that she thought Becky was really only about 13 years old, not 15. She also caught the eye of a seventeen year old boy n...med Brian. On that weekend Brian, showing off his new drivers license, had driven Becky and Joanne home. At our house he shook my hand and asked if he could take my daughter out some time. Just the thought of this hormone driven boy with my innocent daughter was giving me a hard on. The following weekend, Becky, Joanne and some of there friends. When she came out, - she strutted towards me in a very slutty looking "fuck-me" costume of clear hooker-high-heels, black fishnets, a deep red cross between a g-string and panties, a tiny, tiny less-than-bikini top, and a see-thru silky kind-of a nighty-top I guess you would call it. She asked me to put on some music for her to dance to. -How could I refuse ? I felt like I was having a dream as she started to tease, and rub herself on me for a moment, - kissing deeply, then pulling away. It. "She drew some plastic boxes covered in frost and a bag of rice from the bag, and started clattering pans and beeping the microwave."Sally." I asked hesitantly, "There is a spare room upstairs. I was thinking..."She paused."Would I have to sleep in the spare room?" Of course not."We looked at each other. We said nothing, but we agreed."Can I use the phone?"She picked it up and dialed.."Hello Pat, It's me, Sally."..."Is she there?"..."OK, it will have to wait."She put the phone down and resumed. It was an image she found hard to supress from her thoughts. "I can't believe I did that," she said out loud.Kelly pulled her bikini on and grabbed a book. She walked out to her back yard and reclined on her cot. She picked up a nearby bottle of suntan lotion and began slowly rubbing all over her body. She closed her eyes as her hand rubbed over her tanned, flat stomach that could have belonged on a teenager. Her hand moved up to coat the exposed areas of her breasts when she opened her eyes..