In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks...adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere, especially in the house, I let them sway in a fluid motion, enticing men to reach for them and tease the nipples to harden, daddy had noted this and remarked as to their teasing, I responded brazenly one morning by removing my shirt, I breakfasted. When we got to their room, wow it was enormous , a suite, well the Germans always get the best rooms, walking in Gret dropped her costume and laid in one of the big beds, as Ange walked past her he grabbed her hand a pulled her towards the bed, Ange hesitated, but Hans moved in behind her , held her waist and moved her onto the bed beside Gret, they started kissing and both got very excited with deep tongue kissing and writhing around together. Hans winked at me and we both took our shorts off. Loosely draped over her bare shoulders was a burgundy wrap that complemented the strapless black dress I had chosen for her. I could just see the red polish on her toes as they peeked out of the open toes of her flats. In her hand, she held a simple black clutch purse. “How do I look, Daddy?” She asked, her eyes sparkling as she watched me come down the last few stairs. I waited until the last step to comment, teasing her. I adjusted my cuff links and straightening my tie before. "This is for your eighteenth." I handed her an envelope from my jacket pocket that was hanging beside the bed.She looked at me excitedly and opened it, inside was a card as well as ten fifty pound notes."There's five hundred pounds in it!" Spend it on whatever you like." But I didn't get you anything." That could be because you didn't know I existed." Oh John, thank you," she bent and wrapped her arms around me, almost smothering me with her naked breasts in the process. I kissed each nipple in.