"I'm making you uncomfortable, aren't I?" Not really," I told her."Liar!" She said with a laugh. "If I walked around like this at home, I'd be grounde...d for a million years, and probably would end up in a nunnery." She pointed up the steps. "Shower's that way, right?" She vanished, and I went to get some breakfast going.Sue Ellen smiled at me, give me a little peck on the cheek, Janey was carrying a bag of things when they knocked on the door. "We stopped by Gloria's house," Sue Ellen told me,. “Lou and I met him and Mike in MacDonald’s yesterday morning. They were hung over too and asked how our party had gone. Lou told them how you’d got so drunk you passed out and about the tricks we played with your clothes and the sticky stuff.” “What did they say?” “Mike said you were frigid.; that the only chance of anyone getting into your knickers was if you were unconscious and that you would probably die a virgin.” “Bastard!” I grunted. “He’s not such a stud himself!” Izzy snorted; she and. . closest to him. “Can Daddy tell you a secret? Something which would make him really happy?”“Ok . . . Daddy,” Emma breaths, feeling goosebumps forming on her skin as her father drops the other strap too . . . and realizing only her perky breasts were now holding up the thin fabric.“Daddy has been having some very naughty thoughts about you,” Mike whispers, his gaze distracted by Emma’s chest. At the angle they were both in, he could look down and see all of both small breasts . . . including. Grabbing the clothes, she threw them all out on the floor. I saw her pick up a pair of my wife still wet pantyhose and see through panties with one of her T-shirts and throw them at me.“Put these on faggot, can’t have you getting a cold when we go out.’ she yelled at me, while giving my ass a slap.I didn’t hesitate at all picking up the wet garments and putting the panties and then hose on. They were still pretty wet, and it was very difficult, but I managed. The t-shirt; however, was so tight.