Apologize to Loretta

"I'm so sorry, Loretta. Please don't scream," you say putting your hands out to calm her.

She stops, looks at you sternly, and says, "What are you doing in my room?"

"I saw your door open and curiosity led me inside. You are so beautiful, I couldn't turn away."

"Really? You like how I look?" the teen asked uncertainly.

"Oh, Loretta. You have a gorgeous body. You could easily be in Playboy magazine."

She smiles and drops her arms, letting you see her breasts. They are perfect orbs topped with pink nipple, perky and defying gravity. "Really? That beautiful?"

"Yes. Can I touch you?"

She pulls the dress back up. "If you want to touch me, you have to wait till after Daddy goes to bed. Too dangerous otherwise. So scoot, out, vamos!" she says, waving her hands to move you toward the door. "Come see me tonight."

You don't press her on it, since if she wanted to, she could just scream and bring her daddy here right now. You open the door a crack to check the hall, and you leave, smiling about your planned tryst.

You head downstairs.