’She took a quick look at his house, but the lights were off.Well there was a chance he could be watching, so she turned her back to the window, and... peeled the shirt off, leaving her in khaki cargo shorts and a bra. She walked around the bed, giving him a great profile view if he wanted it, and ran her fingers through her hair and wondered what he might like to see her do.She settled on some stretching exercises. All with her back turned, she stretched up and over, elongating her already long. She stands there with her underwear in her hand, her completely hairless pussy exposed and her near perfect breasts out in the open, and she smiles to the camera. A big, wide smile, white teeth against beautiful dark brown flesh. A keen to please smile.There’s a knock on the door behind us and Fiona, without really thinking about it, steps by our cameraman to open the door, exposing herself fully to whoever is outside. Luckily for her, and especially for us, it’s Dennis and Casanova. We can’t. I told you, you don’t go anywhere without me.”Callie smiled to herself. She knew what his answer would be, but liked bugging him, giving her his hairy eyeball look.Twenty minutes later, she forgot about him, lost in dancing.I SAT QUIETLY WATCHING Callie dance. After some warm-up exercises, she started a modern dance routine. It was obvious she was completely absorbed.When she switched from modern dance into ballet, performing a series of pirouettes across the floor, her body was perfectly. Just before I let him take over my body I said: "Remember, dad, she likes it without too much preliminary fuss. Get in there and fuck her, but make sure I get my body back while she cleans up. Right?" Great, son." A minute later I was floating under the ceiling of the bathroom, and dad was on his way. I waited for a couple of minutes, and then I floated down to the archive to look in on them. He sure had not wasted any time. His head was between her lovely, long legs, and she was moaning and.