The thingI?d been fixated on when she?d posted a photo of herself at school onFacebook and tagged me in it. I watched her it from its hanger, beforetu...rning and holding the offending piece up for me to look at, grinningas she did so.?Your skirt."Just like in the photo, it resembled a band of navy material more thanan item of clothing. She?d conveniently lowered it down to her waist,and it reached down to above where the denim skirt did. I couldn?timagine why she or any girl would choose to wear. "We want to have a baby, Dad." Uhhh ... Okay," he rubbed his jaw and his blue eyes were on mine. "Which one of you is going to have it?"He didn't smile at that, but I did. I'd been worried that he'd laugh at me, or try to find an excuse why we shouldn't and try to talk me out of it. But those fears weren't justified by anything except my own anxiety, the little doubts that plague us all when we want something badly enough."Katrina," I nodded, looking at my slave reflexively and Dad's eyes. I went out of the bathroom and back to the living room. Brandi had gone upstairs.I was sitting there watching TV when after about ten minutes her parents came in. They asked me where Brandi was and I told them she had gone upstairs. At about that time I heard the upstairs toilet flush and Brandi came down the stairs. Her face and neck were a little flushed, from all of her orgasms, and her mother asked her if she was feeling ok. Brandi said, “I’m fine, why do you ask?” (Cool as a cucumber.). M was wearing a pair of shorts and a very truncated top with no bra and her tits were jiggling beautifully. She was in good shape with lovely C cup tits and was about 5 feet 8 in height. She had long hair down to the middle of her back and was certainly one to draw attention when topless on a beach. I set up the table and we started to play. M was playing the other guy first and as the game went on it was hard to miss the lack of a bra. Her tits were having a little slippage at times.