Gina went to her room and took off her dress. She hung it carefully in the closet, planning to wear it again the next day so Daddy could see how pretty she looked. She'd been wearing the dress without a bra, so she now stood in her room with nothing on but a skimpy pair of panties that closely matched the turquoise color of the dress. She stepped back and studied herself in the mirror on her closet door, running her hands over her silken body, hefting and kneading her impressive t**s until her n*****s burned with almost as much desire as when she'd been watching Daddy f**k his dirty little w***e.
"Why, Daddy?" she said out loud, as if he'd been there to reply. "I'm so much hotter than she is. Younger. Curvier. Bet my p***y's so much tighter, too."
Gina uttered a wicked giggle as her hand
