She even asked my opinion on what I liked her to wear. I had a good idea from the pictures she had shown me what excited her, so I told her I liked th... more sensuous materials like silks and satins, nice nylons and underwear that accentuated her figure.My replies were obviously what she wanted to hear. Reading between the lines I could sense she was excited. For me it was so much easier to say those things in a letter than to her face.She asked me when she could come to the city for another. “Merry Christmas, Daddy,” she whispers.Trey cups her cheeks in his hands and kisses her back. Instantly, his cock is hard in his pants. This is the ultimate Christmas present. He didn’t expect this, couldn’t have. And he doesn’t know how they look the way they do, but why question it? Kimberly helps the man undress. She tosses his clothes off in every direction like she would when opening regular presents. Then she grabs his hands and pulls him down to the floor.“Ready to open your present?”. I thanked her for the view and she smiled sweetly. Then Charlotte told me to sit down in my chair and inspect her miniskirt. It was a dark blue denim low-rise miniskirt and rode low on her womanly hips. It was short but I couldn’t quite see her panties and I really wanted to see her panties. I couldn’t tell her that, could I? So anyway I complimented her on her miniskirt and how nicely it hung low and how it enhanced her fine looking round ass. Then Charlotte asked me if I could see her panties. David didn't noticethe slim brunette casually glance at her wristwatch to check the time.The wall behind the women was covered with display racks of pink balletslippers and single-strap tap shoes, like Maryjanes with little heels.There were black Maryjanes and red Maryjanes, pink ones and white ones,and he was dazzled by the selection.When the girls arranged the appointment for Baby Daphne's fitting - andsubsequent humiliation - they only had a small window of opportunity.The shop was always.