She didn’t know why she couldn’t stop staring or why she tilted her head to the side to get a better view. It was enough to make one of the girl's...nipples visible and notice that it was stiff from arousal.When she finally broke free from the spell that girl's bosom had put her under she looked back into the woman's eyes. Within the girl's eyes was the reflection of what she just did, and it made her feel ashamed and embarrassed. She couldn’t believe that she was staring at another girl's. As I shopped I continued to peak over at her. Her tight, sleeveless shirt displayed her tiny breasts. As I got closer to them, the mother turned to look at me, I tried not notice."Hi," I heard the woman say. There was a moments pause, "... Aren't you Farah's father?"I looked up suddenly, a bit stunned -- I tried not to look it though. "Yes," I said to her, and as I looked at her I found her farely familiar."I'm Carol," she said, "My daughter used to go to school with your daughter. I know you. Also, she didn't know me, I didn't know her, what did I have to lose? Emboldened by my anonymity, I decided to answer her instead. I explained I was not gay - far from it. I explained that the clothes made me feel very sexy - didn't she feel sexy when she dressed sexily. She thought about this, her brow furrowing prettily under her mop of dark curly hair. She nodded. She was now standing quite close to me, looking up into my face; she was only about 5'4". Then she got the giggles looking at me.. ”“I came over here to talk to Otterly’s mom,” Sally’s mother answered.“I couldn’t find the wrapping paper,” Sally said“It’s in the hall closet.”“Thanks.”“Can we get some milk and cookies?” Otterly asked.“Go ahead.”“Thanks,” Otterly said. “You make the best cookies.”Sally’s mother said, “You girls run along. I’ll be over there in a few minutes.”“Okay,” Sally said.The two girls turned and left. Sally’s mother was left speculating about the alarm that had sounded, when Otterly and Sally had.