Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace... underwear lying on the floor. Looks like she had dropped them clean from a folded laundry pile she had rested on her sofa. They were just as beautifully silken as her skin.From where I was sitting on the sofa, i could see shadows of her breasts on the bathroom wall. I had wondered if Francine had deliberately left her bathroom door ajar, so I. I then did the same with the next, and then the next, until her blouse was open to the waist, then I pulled it out of her skirt, and off of her shoulders, exposing her well filled, pale pink bra.“What size are those beauties?” I said, staring at her heaving chest, “I’m guessing at least a thirty-six C-cup.”“They’re a thirty-eight C actually.” she said, quite sarcastically, people always get it wrong.”I pulled her blouse the rest of the way off, dumped it on the floor. I raised my right hand,. When the two of you came back to me your nipples were engorged and he could hardly hide his erection. I pulled you to me and I could feel your excitement. I whispered to you to go and take your underwear off. You loved dancing with no underwear on. You came back from the ladies room and shoved your wet panties into his pocket. He looked shocked. Another slow song, you cling to him, your arms are around his neck, your head on his shoulder and hes murmuring into your ear. When you come back I. He had black hair, combed straight back and a little long, like '50's style, you know? And sideburns too so he looked like one of those rockabilly guys. He must have been kinda wild as 19 year old, I thought, running around in his Cuda and picking up girls. Maybe he still did, cause he didn't really act like a father to my mind."Dad, I think Ann's dad wants you," Little Steve was sort of pointed at my dad who didn't seem to need Mr. Sawyer for anything. Scott was revving the engine and Daddy.