![]() ![]() ![]() His eyes darken in anger and he points his finger as he says…”No you won’t Tiffany! Do you know what the boys will think if they see you in that?”…he looks me over once more…slower this time and his eyes rest on my barely covered breasts. I know it makes me look incredibly sexy and that is exactly why I wanted to wear it. I look down at my tiny skirt showing off a generous amount of my thighs. “You’re not leaving the house dressed like that!” he exclaims. His eyes rake over me and I see his face flush. “DAD! I am getting dressed!!” I hold the halter up to cover my breasts. I hear my dad call my name downstairs….”Tiffany?” Oh no…I forgot to give him a hug when I got in….He hates it when I forget and I love to give him a hug…My dad is so wonderful and strong…He can lift me up and swing me around…He is like superman to me….I know I will never find someone as amazing as he is….My mom is so lucky, but she is always out of town…Poor Dad…he works so hard all day and has no wife to come home to….I bet he really looks forward to my hugs….”Hold on Dad!” I yell as I quickly scan my closet and find a perfect short black skirt…I slip off my panties and put the skirt on in a hurry then reach for my hot pink halter… They are so firm and lush….my nipples are so pink. I catch my reflection in the mirror and notice my nipples are hard against my bra….maybe I shouldn’t wear a bra to Michelle’s place? So I watch myself take it off and my fourteen year old breasts jiggle as I release them. What should I wear? I tear off my tiny t-shirt and cutoff shorts and stand in front of my closet in my white cotton bra and panties. I walk home and go straight to my room to get ready. I skip cheerleading practice today because I have plans to go to Brook’s house where we are all going to play spin the bottle. ![]() As soon as the bell rings I leap out of my desk and leave my English class. ![]()
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