She never mentioned anything about it. It started happening more often in 5th grade and she finally let me know for real when I was a freshman in high...school. I had started to date at that time. She gave me her cover story saying that no body was getting hurt. Do you remember how difficult freshman year was for me?’ I nodded. Her grades went into the basement that year and it took until the end of her Junior year to get them back to the B+ student she was in middle school. Things were starting. She then dangled her foot a little too much and her black pump slipped off and hit the ground revealing a whole semi opaque nylon foot, a small foot maybe a 3-4 so petite but totally delicious and very lickable.She tutted to herself, put her phone down and uncrossed her legs, she then shuffled forward, this took her skirt even back further into the seat and revealed not only a full scrumptious pair of nylon thighs but a fully stretched and revealed white triangle of pantie, not just a sneaky. Dorsey noted this with veiled consternation as she came in the door. If it had shown for a moment, she’d missed it having been wrapped up in her own world. He’d even put on a smile and gave her leave to read while there weren’t any customers in the store.“Thanks so much, Mr. Basilton, you’re the best.”He smiled at her, “But I have to say, you look a bit frazzled, do you need a moment?”“No, I’m fine, I just—I’m really behind so the reading time will help, thanks.”“Alright, well, let me know if. We can talk about it later.”“Okay,” he sighed. “Later.”“Go to sleep,” said her sweet voice. “We can talk in the morning.”“Yes, sleep,” he mumbled. “Bedtime. It’s bedtime.”“Yes, Daddy,” she said, just before she kissed his lips tenderly. “It’s bedtime.”Her warm body separated itself from his, and his mind whined, “Noooo, come back,” but he was too far gone. He could hear Julie harping at the others, telling them it was bedtime, and for them to stop and leave him in peace. The bed moved and his.