We can all go down and see if there is something you like. Should I tell your mother, or will you?”“I will tell her later tonight, but with a box ...f Kleenex, in case the floodgates open.”“You have that right son!”I woke up the following morning to the sound of the traffic report on my radio.“Highway forty and the Metropolitan are both running smoothly. Decarie North is traffic-free but Decarie South is congested around the Turcot interchange. There is heavy traffic around Atwater and Notre. Butafter all that he had been through, Amanda couldn't blame him."Mandy, can I ask you a question?" Nicholas asked her on the ride home."Sure, what is it?" Amanda replied."I know you're my sister...but Amber and Kayla call you mom," Nicholassaid."Yes..." Amanda said."I mean, they're my nieces, but they are more like my little sisters," hesaid. "Would you be mad if I call you mom...or momma sometimes like theydo."Amanda tried to fight her tears."Oh baby, if you want to call me mom, that's very. “Continue,” I moaned. “Keep stripping. Show me you're a virgin.”Let her be telling the truth.She grew even more demure as she drew up her slip, slowly exposing more and more creamy thigh until she revealed those innocent, white, schoolgirl panties, a dark stain centered on her crotch. I groaned, staring at them as she pulled her strip higher. I hardly noticed her smooth belly, entranced by her panties.Then her bra appeared cupping her small breasts. It was a delicate bra, with a strips of. Interrupting this thin sliver of light were two shadows, presumably of her sexy feet stepping about in the bathroom.I heard the click of a few buttons, and soon after, music emanated form the bathroom. A soft rock band that I frequently heard playing in her car was now softly humming in her bathroom.Then I saw something that brought joy to my heart. A dark shadow appearing around the girl's feet. These were her panties. She had just taken them down. My beautiful angel was now completely.