My Curious Daughter
My little girl was growing up. For some time now I knew she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She had begun to grow a sexy pair of breasts that, while still relatively small, were a beautiful shape and easy on the eye. Her legs were long and shapely, and she had begun to gain the curves that all sexy women have. She had begun to wear more adult styles of clothing, too, and I’m sure many of the boys at her school noticed. Every day she was looking more and more like her mother looked when we had...