There were two layers of lace, the first ivory, the second a metallic gray. It had a scalloped V neck and slits up either side that ran to mid-thigh. ...he dress hung just below her knees. When she came out of the dressing room, Gina smiled and motioned for her to turn. "Quite stunning, Brad does have good taste. Come on over and I will take your measurements, though it does seem he was pretty close in His assumptions." She took her measurements. "There are a few adjustments to make, but not much. Auburn hair fell down past my shoulders. My clothes, which had been fitted to my body, were now too baggy. The drowned my breasts, hiding them from view.I reached up under my shirt and ran my hands over them with excitement, loving how it felt to be touched, even by myself. I lifted the shirt up and over my head, and dropped it to the ground. I was liking what I saw in the mirrior. Plainly put; I was hot. Sexy as hell. I began roughly massaging my small and firm boobs. As I did, I felt another. The position had his rigid shaft trapped between her damp pussy and his belly. She rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against his steel-hard club. Yvonne reached between them, grasped his rod, raised her hips, then lowered herself onto it. She sighed when his tumescent shaft slid into her. ‘Oh, yes!!!’ she moaned and began to rock her hips, making his cock whip around inside her. He grasped her tiny breasts, his thumbs stroking her rigid nipples, and her head rolled back. Once more the room was. " That's a good idea, to bad I didn't think of it last night. Besides, it might look a little strange for a dad to be sleeping in the same bed with his 18 year old daughter." Who would see? We are the only ones here dad, so next time just come and get me ok? It’s no big deal; we snuggle on the couch all the time watching TV at night." She had a point, what's the difference between snuggling on the couch and snuggling on the bed.... hmmmm. Well, I guess there is a little difference.She went up.