Yes," he says, staring at my breasts. "You look so innocent."And then he looks up at my eyes, and slowly moves toward me. When Dad sits down in the dressing room he looks so silly--the chair istoo small, and he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He has this dumbsmile on his face, like he's waiting for me to do something. I stand overhim looking through the dresses. They're all strapless. I've never had astrapless dress before, and I'm thrilled, but I want to look mature, soI don't show my excitement. What're we doing here?" he asks. I slide my hand into his andgive it a tug. Then I drop it and he follows me. I go to the shoe sectionwithout turning around and when I stop to look at a shoe he's right therebehind me. He thinks I'm going to move away, but I want to show him that I'm not scaredof anything anymore, so I stand there, and he moves his head closer andcloser, until his lips are on mine, and his tongue is in my mouth. I'vedone this before, with boys, and I want to make sure Dad can tell that Iknow what I'm doing. I move my tongue with his, and wrap my arms aroundhim. I press my breasts against him, and he moans softly . I put on a pink, lacy dress, with a short full bottom. "Zip me,"I say. He zips me and stands there. "Do you like it?" I ask.

Before I saw one I’d assumed a penis became erect still pointing down. I’d never seen any porn or anything and yeah, i figured sex would be a logistical nightmare. In my head, when I saw it pointing up, I was kind of like “ohhhhhh that totally makes sense now!”‘ It amazes me how childish he becomes with his hand on my breast. "Thankyou," he says. "That's nice of you," he whispers. No oneelse can hear.