At the end of the stairs, she turned around, looked at me, and smiled erotically. When we reached her room, she said.S: Vikki, make yourself comfortab...e. I have a little texting to do, and then, I am all yoursI paced around the room while she was texting. I found the dirty linen closet. In that, I found her petticoat from the morning with her sexy yellow bra and panties. I don’t know what came over me, I reached and picked up her bra and panties. I started sniffing her bra cups.Wow! Her. . . They wanted to, but they really couldn't get away, just yet.Bob's looking into flights for the weekend."He nodded, understanding."The truth is, we have some things to talk about, and I needed privacythat I wouldn't have gotten with Bob along."Her father squeezed her hand encouraging her. "Okay." Remember when you and Mom sat me down, and you first told me about yourother self. I was maybe eight or nine, not quite into puberty yet, butalmost."A slight nod accompanied his wonderful smile."I. I could tell she was in a very special mood when she wore my favorite outfit of hers. It's a denim skirt (that snaps all the way up the front) with no bra or panties. We get into the bar around 9pm and it's already hopping. As she hops up on the bar stool, she purposely unsnaps the lowest snap on her dress and gives me the most awesome smile. She crosses her legs but I have a great view of her nude thighs. We have a couple of drinks and I can really see her loosen up. I got her out on the dance. I closed my eyes, picturing Mary's beautiful, nude body: smiling, heart-shaped face; small, firm breasts covered in freckles; curvy waist; and a line of fire leading down her groin to her wet pussy.I opened my eyes and continued walking to my old Ford Taurus and climbed in. Since I spend my days driving around selling used vacuum cleaners, I practically lived out of my car. It was full of fast food wrappers and other garbage. I really needed to clean it out. Mary deserved better than to ride.