I told her many of my girlfriends talked about it a lot. They always asked who I was saving myself for. I always said ‘somebody special’. I also a...sured her I never talked about seeing her and dad fucking.I always wanted my father to be the first man to fuck me. Once I had my first period I asked him to do it and he said he couldn’t as he would get into trouble. When I turned eighteen he could fuck me. Before that he let me suck his cock and masturbate him. He would never do anything with me. I helped them pick out several Bustier's and Teddies, then reminded themthat they needed tights and knee socks.They each picked out a set of the long line bra and Garter panty set inpink. "Momma can we get these to wear out of the store?" Rachel asked aswe stepped into the dressing rooms."Yes, just be sure you hand the sales lady the tags at the register." Iquickly got changed and put on a set in red. Then standing there waitingI motioned to Sophie.When she came back inside I whispered in her. As Belinda watched, she could see the b***d pumping through the thick veins that protruded along it’s side, it was an magnificent specimen of manhood. The crown was bulbous, with the hefty proportioned helmet scoping down at the back, the flange extended outward around its circumference, in Belinda mind it was gigantic, as she dabbed it dry, her fingers could but reach around it completely. She sensed the dampness forming in the gusset of her knickers, perhaps Mary had only given the proud. She then pulled her sweater off and threw it at me as I came to the bed, again laughing, almost taunting me. I looked at her round luscious tits when she got on the bed and leaned against the propped up pillows piled at the backboard, spreading her legs, her knees bent. She started rubbing her pussy with one hand and with the other lifted her tit, lowered her mouth and started licking her hard nipple, her eyes looking into mine, teasing me, luring me and I have to admit, driving me crazy with.