I spotted Ralph out in his yard and stepped over to talk with him.
"Ralph, good morning buddy how are yak doing?" I asked as I smiled walking up to him.
"Hey, doing fine Gary. Good Morning," he replied.
"So Ralph, I have a little favor to ask you," I said. "Oh and before I forget; your daughter did a great job dog sitting for us. Anyway it seems Debbie wants to take your daughter clothes shopping," I laughed. "Those two have kind of become friends. As a matter of fact, I guess my wife and your daughter are going to do their work outs together in Debbie's gym she has set up in our basement," I added.
"Clothes shopping," Ralph said looking puzzled.
"Ya, well Debbie can't stand to see your beautiful daughter wearing baggy sweatshirts and out of style shorts, so you know, she wants to stylize her if you know what I mean. I guess hell I don't know. All I know is Debbie insisted," I said chuckling.
"Oh gee, well I don't know..." Ralph stammered not completing his thought.
"Pamela said she didn't think you would allow it," I laughed. "I told her to let me have a talk with you and that I was sure I could convince you to agree," I chuckled. "My wife has her heart set on it Ralph. She really wants to update your daughter's attire. You wouldn't want to upset my wife would you?" I laughed.
"Oh well no... But gee I just don't know..." Ralph was being difficult. "I mean if she starts dressing in you know tighter clothes, well she is ah, well endowed if you know what I mean. I just don't want boys trying to take advantage of her," he added.
"Good grief Ralph, Pamela is what eighteen, nineteen?" I said.
"She'll be nineteen next month," Ralph said.
"Look Ralph," I said getting serious with him.
I proceeded to tell Ralph that his daughter was going shopping for new clothes with my wife. I also told him that at her age, she had a right to wear anything she wanted. And that if he ever hoped to be invited over the next time my wife took one of her sleeping pills, he would NOT give his daughter any static no matter what she chose to wear. I said I knew the last thing he wanted was for that video of him with his cock in my wife's mouth to somehow find its way to his wife Gwen.
The last little tidbit caused Ralph to turn pale.
"Look Ralph, you daughter deserves to live her own life. It's not easy being a parent, but you can't keep forcing stuff on your daughter," I said smiling.
"Oh damnit," Ralph said. "I know you're right. I will just have to bite my lip I guess. She is an adult now, but it's not easy," he whined.
I was certain the idea of that video turning up for Gwen to see, had a lot to do with Ralph's compliance. Plus the thought of getting another crack at my wife more than likely played a part as well.
"Tell Pamela she doesn't have to wait until four. Tell her Debbie is ready anytime to go shopping. She loves to shop," I chuckled.
"Ok, I'll tell her," Ralph said as he turned to go inside.
"Oh and Ralph," I said. "You might be getting a call from me to help me tonight. Debbie has been having trouble sleeping; I think one of her pills would help, don't you?" I laughed.
His eyes widened as he smiled broadly. "Oh I am sure it would," he grinned as he went in.
Debbie and Pamela were gone the rest of the morning and finally returned in the early afternoon. Both had shopping bags> Pamela had a huge smile as they came into the house.
"You have to see my new outfits," Pamela beamed.
I settled back in my chair and said, "I am ready for the fashion show young lady."
She giggled and her and my wife disappeared down the hallway.
After helping her carry the bags back to our bedroom, Debbie came out and sat on the sofa across from me to give me a play by play of the clothing as Pamela modeled them.
Short skirts, low cut blouses, almost see through blouses, leggings, bare midriff blouses, those seemed to be her favorites, and one startling bikini that knocked my socks off. This bikini was as skimpy as they come, barely covering Pamela's nipples; her tits were displayed on both sides of the thin strip of material. Covering her cunt was another thin strip that tied at her sides.
"I am not sure when I will wear this bikini," Pamela giggled, "but I loved it," she gushed.
The final outfit was her workout outfit according to Debbie.
As Pamela came down the hallway, again I was blown away. The shorts were indeed short, as well as skin tight. The fabric seemed to stretch and it molded her fabulous body. The top left her midriff exposed all the way up to just under her tits. The top seemed to drape over her breasts and it was apparent that if you looked up from below, you would see the underside of her tits. The outfit was entirely white.
"Ok, come over here closer," I said.
Giggling, Pamela came and stood in front of me. I leaned forward and looked up and sure enough, there was the naked underside of her firm tits. I reached forward and ran my finger up and down the cleft of her cunt lips prominently on display as the stretchy fabric molded her cunt. It was an incredible camel toe effect.
"No panties?" I looked up at the giggling Pamela.
"Not with white," she giggled.
"You of course know what this means," I said looking up at her grinning face.
"No, what?" she responded.
Well watching this incredible fashion show and looking at your incredible body in all these outfits has put me in, shall we say a state of need," I laughed as I pulled my sweatpants down and my rock hard cock popped up already leaking pre cum..
Pamela giggled as she stared at my hard cock bobbing in front of her.
Debbie laughed, "So what are you going to do about that Pamela?" she asked.
"Do you want me to suck you," she asked with a grin. "Would that help?" she giggled.
"Oh that would help," I declared as I scooted forward and laid back to allow her more access to my throbbing cock.
"Don't get any of your stuff on my top," she cautioned me.
"Well take the top off," I laughed.
"Oh well ya, that would be better," she giggled as she quickly pulled the short top over her head. Her large firm tits wobbled and jiggled as she tossed it to the floor next to her.
"Do you want me to swallow your stuff again; she grinned as she clutched my cock by its shaft.
"Cum Pamela, it's called cum," I said. "And of course I want you to swallow it," I chuckled.
Her hand had already started jacking me off the moment she grabbed my cock and her mouth went immediately down and she sucked the head of my cock in.
You might have thought she was starved for cum the way she was jacking my cock. Her hand was almost a blur. Debbie had moved over on her knees to watch as Pamela working on getting me to cum in her mouth.
Debbie reached down and tugged the tight shorts down to just above her knees, then began rubbing her cunt and finger fucking her. Pamela was on her knees between my legs. Debbie lay down on her back and nudged Pamela's legs apart as she scooted under her. I could tell when my wife had reached Pamela's cunt because she gasped as she felt her tongue penetrate her cunt lips.
Pamela moaned around my cock and she very quickly reached an orgasm.
"Mmmmmmmoooorrrrrrrrrfffffff," Pamela moaned with my cock in her mouth.
I felt my cum rising to my cock, "Swallow it baby," I moaned as I felt the first long spurt of cum shoot into her mouth. This was quickly followed by more jets of cum shooting in her mouth as she gagged a little then gulped several times to swallow my load.
"Grab me a towel babe," my wife said from between Pamela's legs. "She is dripping wet and it wouldn't look good for her to go home with her crotch dripping wet," she giggled.
"Oh I am not going to wear this home, my dad would have a hissy fit," Pamela laughed.
"No," I said. "I want you to wear this outfit home, and I want you to call me if your dad says one thing to you about it. Just tell him these are your workout clothes, and leave it at that," I added.
"Well... Ok, but I am betting he has a cow when he sees me in this," she nervously giggled.
Pamela called me later saying she could not believe it. "My dad didn't say a word. He even seemed happy I had new outfits," she blurted still in disbelief.
"I can only guess what you told Ralph," Debbie chuckled after I told her what his response was to his daughters workout clothing.
"Well, you would be mostly right, except I did add one little tidbit in there for Ralphy boy," I chuckled.
"Oh NO!" Debbie said turning red. "I am not going through anything like that again," she stomped her foot for emphasis.
"Oh come on babe," I whined. "I told him you have been having trouble sleeping and I thought I could get you to take a sleeping pill," I chuckled.
"GARY! Why do you put me in these situations?" she whimpered.
"Well, I figured it was for Pamela. I mean we both knew she needed to stop wearing those ugly shorts and crap," I said. "Ralph was not giving in at first. Of course after I mentioned that Gwen might accidentally see a certain video, he nearly passed out on me, so I added the bit about you taking a pill tonight," I laughed. "He perked right up when I mentioned that," I chuckled.
"Oh I bet he perked right up alright," she whined, sighing deeply.
"Don't think you can get in a habit of this mister," she scolded me. "I mean come on Gary... Ralph?" she gave me a look, shaking her head.
That evening I told her I was going to call Ralph and that she should go and slip into one of her shorty robes with nothing under it.
She glared at me as she stomped down the hallway. She was obviously not a happy camper.
A short time later she came padding back into the living room wearing the white shorty robe.
"Just untie it babe and come over here," I said.
She gave me a puzzled look but did as I asked.
