She blushed and smiled when she saw her father's reaction.

"Does your mother know you brought outfits like that down here to wear in public?" he asked, smiling.

"Oh god, no," she snickered. "She doesn't even know I own this stuff."

"Maybe we should keep it that way," he suggested.

"If you think that's best, Dad," the luscious, young beauty replied.

Greg couldn't remember the last time she'd agreed so easily with him about anything.

"Definitely. How did you even get that stuff without her knowing?"

"You bought them for me, Dad," Marlee giggled. "Remember when you gave me your credit card to go shopping for the trip?"

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