Her New Life
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Deborah was sitting at the vanity table, preparing herself for what was soon to happen. She knew she was going to be successful, but had to be sure. She stood and looked in the fullsize mirror, seeing her coffee lace garter belt with the sheer white nylons attached to the suspender straps. She smoothed her hands over the stockings, knowing that soon HE would be doing the same thing. Peeping between the straps she saw her tiny thong panties, moulding into her pussy lips, and again she touched herself there, feeling the electric shock as she did so, and the dampness already there.
She glanced upwards, seeing her firm gently rounded breasts, size 36D (she knew he approved, he was always ogling them!); their tiny hard pink pebble-sized nipples jostled as she completed her makeup. Once more she tenderly touched the little tips and once more the electricity surged through her. Her horniness was overwheming ... Now she looked down at her bra lying on the bed. It was the last thing beside the dress, but in thinking about the bra, she decided that it would make the evening date more interesting than perhaps it would be if she wore one - and besides, she knew her breasts were firm enough to support themselves without using one. She'd done this before and the feeling of having her nipples rub against the dress material was maddening to say the least.
Here I am, just barely past 18 and the man with whom I shall be with is but a mere ripe age of 35 ... and besides, who was going to question us as a couple?
Now little needed to be done in preparing herself for the date. She had taken a long slow bath and had shaved the hair on her firm plump mound into the heart-shape that she knew he would like. A thorough cleaning with her douche as well as a warm enema afterwards in the shower made her feel deliciously wicked almost to the point of where she almost felt like some cheap whore readying herself for a night of cheap sex - and she knew she wasn't that.
The clock on the bedside table told her that he would soon - very soon - be coming to pick her up. She imagined him in his room, at first naked and bathing, soaping his madhood with care. She saw him putting on his underwear - what colour would it be? - and then his pants and shirt. She hoped he would wear his sport jacket, he looked so handsome in that. He too would be looking at the clock, knowing that soon they would be together.
She took her dress off its hanger. It was a little black dress which perfectly moulded her figure, with its deep plunge in front, and knew that, without a bra, her breasts would be almost completely uncovered, with tantalising glimpses from time to time of her nipples. It was short, too, so that as she moved the tops of her stocking would be visible, and that he would be able to see right up to her crotch as she moved ahead of him up stairs. Her pussy was now dribbling even more.
A door along the passage opened and closed. It was time! She heard her father's footsteps along the passageway, and her throat tightened with anticipation. The footsteps stopped and he gave a light tap on the door.
She cleared and throat. "I'm ready for you, my daddy ... so ready!!!"
