Both Bethany and Chloe were wearing miniskirts as they normally did and said that they would have to go and change into some shorts first. I told them...that it wasn’t necessary. They looked at me and then they looked at their mother.Bethany said, “But Daddy will be able to see our panties then.”My wife smiled and replied, “I think that is exactly what your father wants to see.”Chloe said, “But Mommy you always told us to keep our knees together so that the boys couldn’t see our panties.”My wife. "Wake up, honey." Seraina gently shook me out of a pleasant dream involving vast quantities of double bacon cheeseburgers and coffee milkshakes.I groaned. I was stiff, sore, and felt like a fleet of garbage trucks had used me as a parking lot. My mouth tasted like something had died in it. All my moving parts hurt; just another shitty day in paradise.Bright morning sunshine and scattered clouds greeted us as we emerged from the abandoned gold mine. Eighteen inches of fresh powder covered the. He tried not to look at it because it was dangling near her breasts. As he helped her into her coat he noticed how the silk clung to the shape of her body. Her nipples were pushing up against the thin fabric yearning to be released. They drove to the dance – it was going to be held in the grand ballroom of a old big downtown hotel with which Linda was familiar. A marble circular stairway led up from the lobby to the second floor ballroom. Linda was very carefully walking up the stairs in her. My parents and them still talked and tried to stay connected, but it just wasn’t the same to them living only a few minutes away at home. The next summer, we decided not to come up without them, it would have been weird. So the tradition kind of stopped. But this year, my parents had decided on one last hurrah for our family, and thought they’d invite them along for a reunion. When they said yes, my parents had been overjoyed. They really were best friends after all. So fast forward a few.