“Is that okay, Daddy?”“Oh, sure,” he said, his eyes flicking up and down me. The paper rustled as he lowered it more. “That’s quite the ..... outfit.”“Oh, this?” I asked, shrugging. “Just something I threw on. Do you like it?”“It’s ... daring,” he said as I turned around and faced the TV, letting him stare at my rump clad in it.“Really?” I asked, bending over and reaching for my toes. My ponytail fell past my head. I could feel him looking at me, the cloth stretched over my pussy. There would. .. I guess.”Then he looked at the beautiful girl on his lap and said, “Darling, if my friends could see me now, they wouldn’t believe what they were seeing. Doug Whitfield with a beautiful girl? Utterly impossible! Whitfield is known far and wide as having more dogs than a kennel.”Then he shook his head in annoyance and said, “No, that’s not quite right, either. While it’s true that my dates truly represent the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel, theirs aren’t all that much better.”After. ”I smiled and acknowledged by laying my head back on the pillow. She pulled off her bottoms and threw them on the floor. I was thinking about slipping my boxers off, but wasn’t able to think long because my mum reached down and pulled them off for me. “It is too hot to have anything on tonight,” she said. I was still hard as a rock and it felt so good. My mother edged herself upward a bit and somewhat slid my body downward so that my face was now directly against her large 38C breasts. I dont. "I don't know," I said."So little girls can't take off their dress without Mommy's help," shesaid with a smile. "Now let's get you ready, we've got to pickup Jennyin half an hour." No, Mommy please!" I protested with teary eyes.Mom took me by the hand and led me into Jenny's room. "Now take offthose pants and underwear," Mom said as she looked through Jenny'sdresser and closet for more clothes. "Don't cry princess," Mom said aslaid out pink panties with ruffles on the backside, white tights.