Her new Daddy

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On her wedding day Brenda stood looking at herself in the mirror. Too bad I can't wear white, she thought. At the moment she was wearing nothing at all. Later there would be a fashionable blue suit, but now she wanted to examine her body, to see what her fiance, Hal Davis, would see later on.

She was a tall girl, five-feet-eight, and superbly built. She didn't have to convince herself of that. The whistles and stares she always got on the streets were evidence enough. If she needed more proof, it was there before her eyes.

The full-length mirror showed her long shapely legs, her gently rounded hips and butt, her tiny waist, and a firm jutting pair of 40-D tits. Brenda ran her hands up and down her body, feeling the silky skin, touching the little light brown nipples of her large pointed breasts.

She was satisfied. There were no wrinkles or blemishes anywhere. Even her small dainty mons was attractive, a little triangle of tight brown curls. For a woman of thirty, she was in excellent shape.

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