Both had desperately wanted a boyfriend, but neither could find a boy that met their expectations. The few they had were always awkward and selfish; t...ey just wanted to find out what a kiss felt like, maybe a bit more. They both adored their ninth-grade science teacher, a younger man seemingly chiseled from granite. They often fantasized together about what they would do to him, though both where too shy to attempt even the first step.It was during one of these fantasy sessions that they had. I folded my legs on the couch, and the shirt came up my thighs. I had to tuck the tail into my crotch to keep my pussy from showing. Dad watched the whole operation. He put his arm around me and ran his hand up my side — in an affectionate, fatherly way. He had on just a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and it was obvious he wasn’t wearing underwear, either. At least I could cover my pussy. He couldn’t hide what was sticking up now.“Was that your first time?” he asked.“We’ve kissed before.”“But. They can be equal, but Kara can’t be second.”“If you need cheering up...” she smirked.“No way, Pretty Penny! You know better!”“A girl can dream, can’t she?”“So long as she keeps those fantasies safely locked in her mind where they belong!”“Spoilsport!” Penny teased.“Don’t you have work to do? I know I do!”Penny laughed and sat down at her workstation. I had work from Friday to catch up on and after the staff meeting, a string of phone calls and emails, and a pile of paperwork, I was ready for. "I've seen these types of things in magazines and on the internet but have never known where to buy one." Please dear, feel free to look over the rest of them. Just let us know if there's something you'd like to try on." Francesca offered.Gwen went from box to box picking up each garment and examining them closley. There were several different styles. Some with bra cups, some without. There was a red PVC corset, a black satin one, a light blue one with four garters to each side and a pink one.