It’s Saturday night.  I’ve dropped off the little man at my Mom’s and have told my beautiful girl to get herself ready for a night out.  We don’t get to go out very often, so I’m guessing she is going all out.  I only told her she needed to wear a skirt.

When I arrive back home, I find her in her bra and panties, painting her toenails. She looks delicious, and blushes when she sees me staring at her, making her just that much more desirable.  I continue watching her until she is finished, then take the nail polish out of her hand.

“Bend over and put your hands on the wall,” I command, and her eyes widen, but she follows the order, leaning her upper body forward to plant her palms shoulder width apart.

I skim my finger tips over her back and down her backside.  As I…