“You would have to get someone else do the cleaning here, but apart from that, from what I know of you, you’ll have no problem. Just carry forward...what you’ve done here to the others. Is it the children you’re worried about?”She looked relieved at his confidence in her.“Gail has been begging to go to nursery school. Some of her Sunday friends go, and she wants to go too. I’ve made enquiries and there is a vacancy for her, and,” here she smiled broadly, “now I can afford to send her! Carl can. He almost felt bad for yelling at them and scaring them half to death, but not quite. Salespeople annoy him even more than regular folks. Once he got in the door he found his mailbox stuffed to rim with a ton of junkmail and a notice that he would have to go down to the Post Office to pick up his new CD's. Apparently because of the sales flyers they couldn't get the package in his box. He was ready to scream. What else could go wrong? Sadly he wasn't done there. On the elevator upstairs he got. He ran his eyes along the rest of her, noting her pubic mound covered with a small patch of dark hair.Cassy sat back up on the bed and looked at her father as he studied her naked figure. She gave him a shy smile and let him look at her for a few seconds. "You can touch me if you want daddy" Cassy said innocently, noticing the way he was looking at her vulva. She moved closer to her father on the bed and leaned back, propping herself on her elbows and slightly spreading her legs right next to. Call me back when you've changed."I opened the side door of the bedroom, which leads to a sitting area, and went to the family room where the fireplace was still smoldering and waited for her call. When she softly did, I entered the bedroom and saw her reflection in the mirror.My God, the woman reflected in the mirror was totally different to the one I had left a few minutes earlier. The panty the saleslady had selected was barely able to cover her cunt. Her dense, unruly, dark-auburn bush was.