I'm in love with my daughter.I wish my wife could cover it up. But she is a pale reflection of my daughter. Her skin is milk-white. Her nipples are br...wn and her blond hair is fake. To the rest of the world, maybe, she is my daughter's twin, but only my Katherine has the shining beauty that I'm in love with. It's the outlandish confidence that takes her out riding in her underthings, that sheds her top in the summer. My wife is stiff, practiced. Never wild. Not like my Katherine.Last Fourth of. That is great!" And with that, they were back into their own world.When the food and drinks came, I put my book away. Within a minute, we were all talking and laughing like we had known each other for years. It was exciting to see Cindy making a new friend, and it looked like it could be a lasting one since we all lived so close to each other.Over lunch Steph told us about some of the fun things to do around the area (that weren't necessarily in the travel brochures). Cindy got real excited. He was staring at me as I dropped my overcoat over the back of the settee, the extent of my Brittney look struck a chord with both men, Peter smiled, 'Show him Mariel', and without further ado I lifted my short skirt to she my bared Venus Mound, and now smoother labia, tucked neatly into the feminine curve that was my cunt, 'A shaver', said his friend, groping his rising cock under his pants, I shook my head, 'I dont shave', paused for impact, 'It has not started growing yet' full impact, as he. Not a thing in there that would even resemble boy clothes! The most thing would be short shorts and even they were white satin with lace trimming at the bottom and a cute little bow in the back that bunched it together in the prettiest little way."Here put this on Baby." She handed her some pink plastic panties.Natasha looked at the endless pile of girlie clothes and pulled out a short dress that had frillies all over and petticoat under. Baby loved the feeling of a puffy cloud like of ruffles.