As you can probably tell, I was quite enamoured with that outfit; the innocent little dress, the playful sexiness of the knee-high socks. Some time later, once our incestuous relationship had begun in earnest, she asked me if I wanted her to dress up for me. I confess, I did, and I took advantage of her largesse on numerous occasions. It was mostly the usual things you might expect, black stockings, sexy lingerie, even her old school uniform on a couple of occasions. But the first time she asked, I told her to wear that outfit. The exact same one. And I f****d her while she was wearing it. Or, perhaps more accurately, she f****d me. I was lying on the couch in our living room, and she was on top of me, riding my d**k like the little w***e that she was. You see, I somewhat misinformed you,
