72TV FICTION CLASSICS

BORN TO BE

A DAUGHTER

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the overall effect, I asked, "Honey, what do you think?" "Oh my darling, you are gorgeous!"

Now, THAT was the response I wanted! I smiled, slid my hand around his elbow, and pushed my hips against his before planting a lingering kiss on his lips.

That evening, as I carefully prepared for bed, I wanted Bob to want me, to lust after me! I examined myself in the bathroom mirror to make sure everything was perfect. I wore a thong teddy of vivid blue scrolled lace that left the tops of my breasts completely exposed as my large brown nipples peeked through the sheer lace. A thin blue ribbon emerged from the between my plump cheeks, leaving them completely bare for Bob's pleasure. The back of my teddy dipped to well below my ribs, and I smiled at my sensual reflection in the mirror.

"Sweetheart, I hope you are well rested," I cooed in the sexy soprano that was now my natural voice. I couldn't fake a male voice, even if I wanted.

As I slowly sauntered towards my husband who was already in bed, just enough light came through the windows to illuminate my scantily clad body. Instead of getting in on my side of the bed, I crawled up from the bottom and slowly slithered toward him. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, my hands caressed his legs. As I slowly licked my lips, I stopped when my knees straddled his thighs. With my face only inches from his, I cooed, "See anything you like?"

"Everything!" Bob throatily answered in a mesmerized whisper as he untied the tiny bows at the front of my teddy and fondled my warm breasts.

An hour later, Bob and I settled into a cuddling, exhaustive sleep. I snuggled up to him with my back into his chest and my bare ass pressed into his hips. He draped an arm across my side and cupped one of my full, warm breasts and aroused nipples in his fingers. I pushed myself further into his body. His drained manhood pushed into the crack of my ass, but the hidden blue silk prevented it from going any further.

Chapter 17

Everything came to a head during the middle of March. Since we had allowed Ted to attend pajama parties and go out on dates, he had become a perfect fifteen year old daughter. Everything about him, his body, his giggles, his laughter, his clothes, his actions, and his emotions, were

"I hope the boys hurry back with the tickets," Ted giggled as he touched up his lipstick.

"I can't wait to get Todd on the dance floor."