She just looked at me sitting on the couch. And she unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled her pants down to the ankles.Hannah stepped out of her jeans.She ...tood there wearing nothing but a pair of black bikini panties and a black bra showing her incredibly nice boobs. She had a little bit of a stomach, really nice creamy white thighs, nice legs without a lot of extra weight on them, and I could not believe this friend was standing there half naked in my living room.I stood up. Without a word, Hannah. The sex after we were married quickly waned for us both. Her, because she could not orgasm while being fucked and me getting serious jaw cramp from the way I had to go down on her. My tongue tip as light as a feather for a very long period of time soon lost any excitement I had…..and terrible as it sounds soon thought about sex, lost interest and rolled over to sleep at age 28!One night as we prepared to sleep, we were talking about everything and anything. Our relationship was super solid. My social calendar has been full for weeks as men have come by to introduce themselves, to sit with me in the parlor and drink tea, to request the pleasure of a buggy ride through the Garden District (chaperoned, of course). I don’t delude myself that all this attention is solely because of my personal charms…although those are abundant, if I may say so. I have dark hair that curls around my face, and striking hazel eyes that men find irresistible. My figure is near perfect, my large breasts. Of course I didn't wear any panties. I want to kind of surprise Daddy, even though I usually have to strip as soon as I walk into the door. I put my collar on as soon as I got into the car. I love wearing it and I wish I could wear it all the time. There is no feeling in the world like when I have this on. I arrive at Daddy's and walk in. I don't have to knock at Daddy's house, plus he's expecting me. I shut the door quietly behind me. I want Daddy to see my dress before I take it off. .