I rested my head back against his chest and looked out the window, it was starting to get dark. It felt like he held me like that for hours but it was... probably just a minute or two. Mr. Anderson lifted his chin, which he had been resting on my head and I turned to face him. Again he gathered the hair away from my eyes, tucked it behind my ears and then held my face in his hands. "Are you OK?" He asked, now smiling warmly. "Yes Sir" I purred, now more comfortable with him than I'd ever been with. A Daughter he would willingly have very shortly.Keeping just out of reach I started to sway my hips and shake my boobs as I undid the zip on the back of my costume, letting the top fall down so my breasts showcased by the platform bra they didn't need came into view for him. A quick shimmy and shake and the dress had dropped from me, leaving me stood there, in bra, garter belt stockings and killer shoes. I stuck a pose for Dad, hip pushed to one side, one hand in the top of my garter belt as if. " Oh. Ok, then we'll get you some meals packed and you can leave right after lunch."Lunch got in motion right away then and we ended up eating and heading out about eleven am. Since we weren't looking to have any confrontation at all we only carried Marlins and our sidearms.Our first two hours were mostly a slow trip to the end of the plateau. The tunnel was wide enough for us to travel three abreast and we trotted most of the way. Near the beginning of the tunnel there was a place to peel off. The windows were open and I could hear the sounds of female voices andlaughter from next door as they settled in. I began to think that it wastime that I introduced myself. I went round and tapped gently on the backdoor. The teenager opened it and looked enquiringly at me. Since I sawher from the mountain she had dressed in a short red pleated skirt aboutfive inches above the knee and another tight tee-shirt. Her hair was stillin the pony-tail. She looked even younger than I had originally.