Finally, ever her guardian angel, my father took her hand in his and placed a kiss in her palm. “With her heart,” he responded, his voice soft and...eternal. They gazed at each other then, their silence saying more than words ever could, the truth filling the void like a bright and shining affirmation. I was silent. Dumbfounded. My clever repartee vanished, lost within the beauty that had filled our little facet of the world. It was then I knew that somewhere beyond my “secret sauce” I had found. The heat rushed down from my nipples to my twat. My hips wiggled from side to side, the heat bursting through me.I unveiled my breasts. Mom and Mildred both groaned.“Aren't your daughter's tits so cute?” Mildred asked, my vision momentarily obscured.“Yes,” Mom breathed as I pulled the slip over my head. Sight restored, my sandy-blonde hair spilling in a wild flutter about my face. I shook it as Mom and Mildred salivated over my perky breasts. Small A cups with pink nipples topping them. I. "Wow, babe. What's with the look? Last Friday all I saw on yourpretty little face was adoration." Look Brad, I think Friday night was a mistake. I know I invited youto come over again but maybe..."Again she was cut short as Brad opened his pants and whipped out hismember.Brenda starred at the engorged meat, probably just shocked that hewould whip it out so proudly. She licked her lips. As her tonguepassed over the lip that was there, it was replaced with a fullerplumper lip. Her honey. Nothing too outlandish would end up in the School Yearbook ( LOL ) and it was just a quick ritual to take place for a few minutes each day at recess time in the playground on the girls' side of the yard. It was just a pledge initiation for each new girl and nothing to worry about.Monday morning came and Judy was apprehensive. She was wearing exactly what she'd been told to wear. The previous Friday Lucy had made it clear that Judy was not to wear socks, bra, or panties, in other words, no.