Angel went out to the deck and set her backpack on the patio table. Then she proceeded to peel off her blouse and shorts, revealing a scant, white bikini Roman had never seen her in before. It was the skimpiest swimsuit he'd ever seen his daughter in. The top tied on halter-style with a string, and the triangular strips didn't completely cover the pert spheres of her ripe, young t**s. The bottom also tied with strings on each hip. The larger triangles covered the girl's ass and p***y mound, but just barely.
As he watched his daughter strip to her bikini and lie down in the sun on one of the lounge chairs, Roman realized his daughter looked nothing like an eighteen-year-old girl about to finish her last year of high school. If the shorts she'd worn to school that morning could make her own
