Traded
Cindy at on the long couch facing the T.V. the same as her
father, who sat on the other end. Dressed in a flannel nightgown,
the cute, petite twelve-year old, had neglectfully left off her
usual cotton panties that evening. Cindy was a partiuarly
attractive little girl, destined to break the heart of many an
admirorer. Just entering puberty, she possessed an elfish grin and
golden blond hair. Recently, she had noticed some finely textured
hair, sparsly sprouting on her pubeus, but she was too modest to
ask her father about it.
Dad watched the tube, oblivious to the budding alure of his
pre-teen daughter. He has raising her as a single Dad, his wife
having passed away some time ago.
…End of the part1. To be continued..