"Should I shave my p***y, daddy?" I sweetly asked my stepdad from the backseat of the car.
Edward sat at the driver's seat, groaning, and shaking his head in bemusement has my mom had just stepped out of the car a while ago. He turned to the backseat ready to chide me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he began to say.
His mouth dropped open and he gulped.
My black miniskirt was pulled up to my waist. My legs, in black knit thigh-high stockings, were spread. And my panties were nonexistent.
I had my hand between my legs, playing with the hair of my bush.
"Oh, jeez," Edward muttered.
"What?" I said innocently. I played with my ruffled pink polka-dot top. I played with my hair, throwing it back from my bare shoulders. I removed my heart-shaped sunglasses. And then I put both hand
