She determined to keep from chasing or physically seducing her father but there were some things she could do to earn his interest. She had a few times walked though his line of sight wearing just short silken slips or lingerie’ but lying nude on the bed was her boldest foray into a world of provocation and passive seduction without revealing her intent. Willow got off the bed to prepare for school her lips curved upward as a small smile, she was pleased at what she had done, what her father had seen. Her father’s girlfriend was an accomplished professional, a gynecologist, a woman’s doctor but also Molly was pretty, sweet and in her mid-thirties, still hot. Willow wasn't jealous of her, quite the contrary, she liked her and amateur thought her father and Molly made a good couple. The three often went to dinner or movies or the beach and parks. She knew Molly and her dad were fucking and accepted it as normal. She also intuited that a man can make love to more than one woman, that men often dated two or more women at the same time. Willow didn't think of a relationship with her dad as an all or nothing affair, she could share his affection with Molly. But she had to get his affection, to get him thinking about her as he did his girlfriend. Ironically she went to Molly for advice on how to seduce a man but not be transparent. Molly delighted in giving advice, she knew Willow had never before taken japanese any boy serious and was happy that the girl had come to her to learn how to capture a man’s attention. They began with physical appearance; hair, make-up, and clothing. Molly spent days with Willow teaching her how to apply cosmetics so the attractive features of her face were played up. Her eyes, brows and lips became subtly more appealing under Molly’s tutelage. The girl’s dark blonde hair was cut shorter and streaked with trendy soft colored highlights, styled to frame her face, teen Brunette to draw focus on the pretty countenance. As Molly guided the girl, Willow’s desire to attract her father intensified, her body became more aware of him when they were home alone. One afternoon the conversation, the womanly lessons, centered on prevention; how to prevent pregnancy. Since the girl was eighteen Molly could without guilt offer birth control and did so. Willow became protected even though she had never had an erection inject her with semen. On that night only determined willpower kept Willow from her father’s bed. She was ready and was almost overpowered by the need, the lust for him. Molly went shopping for clothing with Willow. It took most of a single day to buy garments the girl could wear. Clothing that would dare a male to look at her, to desire her. A skirt that rode well above the knees. A silk blouse that buttoned but revealed the girl’s provocative cleavage, an open collar exposed the graceful curves of her neck and shoulders, the bra beneath offered the slightest hint of nipples. Heels were bought that caused Willow’s lower legs to form, to define the delicate shape of her ankles and calves. Dark stockings enhanced the mystique of her legs causing men to watch them as she walked. Molly didn’t have to teach Willow how to move, walk or asian gesture. As the girl grew more confident in her appearance the beguiling woman within began to reveal herself. The teen girl had completed maturing physically, now she was maturing mentally and sensually. Molly sent her home feeling satisfied that she had helped the pretty young woman prepare to become a true woman. When Willow arrived home that Saturday after her final stage of transformation, her stomach was fluttering with angst. Would her father notice, what would he say, would he see her as a woman, not his daughter? She entered the house not knowing what to expect but was pleased when he looked up at her and his first words were “Where are you going? You have a date?” Her heart soared, he noticed! “Uh, no, not unless you want to take me out, why?” Sam slowly eased herself amateur onto me. I ceased my kissing and licking as I felt Sam's tight warm pussy encapsulate my shaft. "Are you?" he asked, a bit of hope in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide. His thrusts beginning almost immediately as he ground his hips against her. She japanese was wearing a thong with Pac-Man ghosts around the waistband underneath. I guess it was his deep appreciation and respect that was the trigger. Slowly she started to to move her whole body up and down against asian my fingers. She weighed each of her breasts in her hands jiggling them at her reflection happy the sag wasn’t that great for her 34C breasts, and finally looking over her shoulder patted her ass cheeks with a murmur to herself, “need to get on that treadmill girl.” Poking a tongue out at the reflection of the elfin face with short straight brown hair and twinkling green eyes that looked back at her. Brunette “But that is not important. "Daddy, fill our pretty pet with your seed and let her watch you take me as your vessel." The teen dog wasn’t there. I hadn't had a chance to notice any bit of the house.