She took the cigarette from Sara and tentatively lit it. When she came back downstairs with only her phone, cigarettes and lighter in tow, Abby asked her dad if she could get him something. She was dressed in a deep purple kami top with spaghetti straps that came down to just above her naval. His thoughts were, “I can’t believe that we almost…” Abby’s thoughts were, “It’s not if but when…”
Breakfast between the two was almost as normal as ever. “Who and what were they buying in there for anyway?”
The girls on the other hand had other ideas and each bought a pair of heels that would have been in place in a high-dollar strip club along with a matching baby doll outfit and the other a dominatrix outfit, thongs, stockings and bustier which completed their order. “That much cloth held us apart as he thought of the thin material of his pajama pants. With a small draw, she held it in for a few seconds and exhaled.
