When I was standing in front of Jeff, his size was overwhelming. Of course, I’d been in close proximity to him several times, but not like this. I f...lt like a little kid standing in front of an adult.He surprised me by placing his hand gently on my cheek. Smiling down at me, he asked, “Are you nervous?”I nodded and squeaked out, “Yes”.His smile turned into a knowing grin, “I would like to kiss you now. Is that okay?”That wasn’t at all what I expected. He was actually asking permission.. . I mean, is this our last time together?" Stop, go! What are you doing? Leave! she urged herself, but the horny teenage girl ignored her inner-voice.The man, sitting in his chair now, looked annoyed and depressed. He rubbed his forehead and said, "Yeah, I'm done with you. You don't have to come here anymore. Good luck with the Game."To her surprise his words devastated her. This is a good thing, she told herself. You're finally free of him! Yet the girl couldn't deny anymore how eager she had. Daddy stood and nearly tore off his clothes, actuallylosing a button I knew I’d have to sew back on. Itried to be as delicate with Erica as she had with me,and I tried the squeezing thing with her clitty. Sheheld my hand there while she climbed back on top of meand I found myself touching us both at once. Ericaleaned forward and sucked on a nipple. I asked myselfif I should call it masturbating if I was doing her atthe same time.Poor Daddy was left standing, his hard cock standingstraight. The best part was the semi-sheer pink nylon body of the slip. When Florence wore it, her black bush and swollen pussy lips were quite visible. When I wore it, my hard cock was shadowed, but it was quite obviously a cock. And best of all, it felt incredibly good and so sexy.Underneath her slip she would be wearing a garter belt, silky stockings, and pair of nylon panties (again pink, and no cotton gusset). She would perch on the edge of a chair, sofa, or her bed and spread her legs. I would.