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Nice, secretary they look beautiful Dad” which was an odd sentence to hear. Put this on first. It was something stretchy, that she explained that I needed to step through feet first through the neck feet part. And I had to take off my shorts. “Honey, come on, this is going too far”. “No, Dad, I have to see this through! I have been thinking about this since I was 13, and now that I have you this far, we need to finish it. Do it.” “Ok, get out of here.”, which she did and I put them on. It was a super confining garment that made my thighs way smaller, my butt poke up and out, my waist cinched in, and then had straps that let my breasts open and dangling. God Damn did they look bigger and fuller in this thing. “OK, I have it on” I said, and she came in. “Adjust your penis between your legs dad. Having it pushing down the leg ruins the illusion” and I fucking realized this thing was mostly see through. I quickly pulled down the garment, and adjusted as she asked. It was a little uncomfortable, but in the end, I see what she was saying. She gave me the bra and said “Put it on under the foundation”. “Um, I don’t know how” I said. She looked at me like she was frustrated, and said “Yes you do, I just showed you!” So, I thought about it, put the straps on, reached around and fumbled with the little hooks, but eventually got them, and then did the footjob bend over and pull with my breasts in the bra. Standing up, I looked at myself and I saw a woman in the mirror. No makup, short hair, but my body was a woman’s body. I have an hour glass, I have a nice ass, I have no bulge. And I have huge huge boobs! “I’m so glad you like it dad!” and I realized I was getting hard seeing myself in the mirror. “I would be turned on my you too if I was you. You are curvier than Mom ever was, and with your tits on display, I think every man would love you!” “Oh my God, honey, don’t look at that” I said meekly, which she answered “Dad, I have seen a few, don’t worry. Now, look at yourself! Isn’t this exciting! YOU fetish ARE HOT!” And I had to admit, I was. I loved how it felt, how I looked and feeling superior to my wife. But, I started telling my daughter that I was good to go and take it off. She insisted that I keep it on for a while, get used to it. If I didn’t like it by the big end of the night, she would take it back. So, ok, I kept it on pretending I didn’t want to. I wore it under my sweatshirt and shorts for the rest of the night. I couldn’t help glancing at my profile in the mirror when I walked by it, caught a glimpse of it when I passed a mirror, and how kind of in my way they were when I was just doing normal stuff. Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel.) I had a nasty back injury and a badly broken leg. I was actually surprised she wasn’t aware after all the time they were talking on the pier. In the darkness her aim is a little off and just catches the side of my big mouth. He looked down and said secretary he is not gay. “Yeah,” Rick said, his voice also tight. Just then Wendy came into the room, she interrupted my parental confrontation footjob by demanding feet “Outside you little shit, we have to talk.” Hand jobs, blow jobs, just roll down the window and do it. The sounds were so exciting. “I thought sex was a boy and girl.” I asked. “He's...” Christina blinked. Katie moved her way to the front of fetish the bed and presented her cock to her friend. And now at long last Mike was home.