He checked his reflection in the mirror. The dark blue pajamas really did look sharp. They were warm, but not uncomfortably so. It felt like the material breathed well. He turned off his bedroom light and walked out toward the couch, spreading his arms to display the pajamas.
"I'm wearing your Christmas present," he said with his lopsided grin.
"That looks great on you," she replied. It was a real struggle for her to keep her eyes on his face, though.
Like their namesake, the bottoms of the Joe Boxer pajamas had an opening in the front. It had a button, but her father hadn't fastened it—hadn't even noticed it. When he held his arms apart like that, the pajama top lifted up and revealed the gap beneath. The bulging shaft of his d**k was on clear display.
Once again, she tried not to app
