“Now, my hot little girl, I want you to unfasten my belt and pants and pull them down. Then you will see what a real daddy looks like”, he said wi...h a big smile on his face. I have to admit I wanted to and yet I had never done this before. I unbuckled his belt, his ants and then pulled them down. He had slipped off his shoes and socks and then when I lowered his pants he kicked them off. I turn my head and his huge cock was right in front of my face. “Do you like it?” he asked. “I want you to. Over the course of a couple of months we ended up friends, seeing each other almost daily. She began to confide secrets to me and we became quite close. She would sit in my office or I hers generally chatting as my mind eased its way under her clothes, slipped between her thighs, inside her wetness. I mentally caressed her breasts and soft belly, tasted her skin and felt it crush against me as we made love. I stared at her legs in their black pantyhose, her skirts as she shifted in the chair. Use it. And I’ll help if you tell me what to do. Mildred -- Harriet for that matter -- is still dealing with the remains of the reception.”Bridget didn’t have another choice. Her mother had helped her on with the wedding dress, but she wasn’t here. She wouldn’t be here. Bridget couldn’t imagine asking Mrs. Powell for help, even if she had gotten home yet. It would have to be Jim. She turned her back and described the string of clasps behind her back. Jim figured out the laces of the corset. I brushed off my yoga pants as soon as we reached the end of the stair case and the other grade 8 class passed us already changed for the bleachers in the gym. Jovanne, the sexiest grade 8 in that class, eyed me. I didn't give him any satisfaction, except for smiling to myself and I flipped back my long brown hair and headed into the changing rooms. When I'd gotten changed, I went into the bathroom to apply more makeup. "What store should we go to after school?" Shyla asked, applying some.