The top of the lace dress cut evenly across her breasts; it revealed no cleavage but that wasn’t necessary. Her breasts stood fully without the assistance of a bra; the dress held them firmly. There was a single thin strap holding the dress in place but it didn’t go up and book over her shoulders on each side. The strap attached to the sides of the dress at the bust line then hot crossed from left to right, right to left. It formed a wide X above her breasts then looped around her neck, which would mean her back was bare of any material above the top of the dress. I tore my eyes off my daughter’s body to look at indian the rest of her. She wore sheer nylons and black stiletto heels about three inches high. The open toed shoes were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic style leather straps forming Xs on each side of her ankles. Bright red nail polish highlighted her feet, it matched the color of her fingernails. Along with the dress strap around her neck, she had a light gold chain from which hung a charm shaped as a butterfly. The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a hint of the makeup she wore, but her lips looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long dark hair split over her right shoulder and fell to even with her navel. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter’s evening wear. In the few seconds it took me to appraise my date for the night, she stepped to the bottom of the stairs, “I’m ready.” My god the girl was beautiful, and she was right, she was ready. For anything. My duty as a father should have been to reject how she looked, how she would affect men and boys of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should change the date, just stay home, keep her out of sight. She is just over 5’9, and in the heels she was eye online level with me, she put her hand on my arm and asked, “Are we going dad?” “Not yet, I have something for you.” I pulled a polished wooden jewelry box with a gold leaf ‘Z’ on the lid from my pocket and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to find a one-inch circle of gold surrounding the letter Z. I had the charm and box made by a goldsmith in Marrakech, specifically for Zina. She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a golden chain, “A necklace? My initial? Oh dad, it’s beautiful, I love it. Put it on me please.” She turned her back to me. Zina lifted her hair and bent her head to give me access to put the new chain around her neck. I unlatched the necklace she wore and handed it to her mother who was standing near watching us, then hung the new one and fastened it. As my fingers brushed her neck, I saw a light eruption of goosebumps on her skin. Necklace in place, my daughter spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a hall mirror and checked her image, “This looks much better with the earrings,” she gushed, “a better match.” She turned to me, “It’s beautiful.” I said good night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or keep my mouth shut. For the first time in my life the words ‘sexy’ and ‘daughter’ formed a single phrase and I didn’t want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her special night, I rented a limo with driver. He opened the door for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me, “Wow, you really did it up tonight; a car and driver?” “I don’t have to drive into the city, we can talk without my cussing out the traffic.” Zina chirped a quick laugh, “Great, we have a lot to talk about. desi I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate next month.” That reminded me that my girl daughter was close to finishing high school. "Definitely move on," Leah said softly. "Suck on her, bitch," Mel said throatily. When I fumed at her for ripping off my style of tight jeans and belly shirts. They had a great conversation, centered around what she planned on doing, after the house was finished. She bit her lip adorably and looked up at me. I caressed her cheek indian lightly and noticed how the breeze had made her nipples all pointy. Linda! This lunge lifted Grace’s knees clear of the mattress, but still the stubborn hymen held. Thank you for taking time to read this story of fiction. Up went the shirts; down went the skirts, hiding their tits and thighs from his view. I open up and take her gigantic head in between my lips. Where the tip of the cane had hit there was even a drop of blood. I'm so horny." “This is desi sixteen, the last one,” Suzi smirks as she teases book his arse with the whip while she asks, “Do you want online to watch Julian fuck me after this?”. hot "That was hot" Jake exclaimed through panted breath. I was cute with light blue eyes and sandy colored hair. Commenting on him being so eager, he said he was planning on cuming for sure with me tonight. “Why did you feed those hunters your blood?” I ask. She knew what I meant and I sat on his cock and watched as Cindy sat on his face. “Voonnn..and what…?” “…and kiss you..” girl I couldn’t dare to say fuck.