The drive to the lake is going smoothly, though my hard-on is a little obnoxious. Before Lacey and I left the house, my wife, Kat, had dressed her in a white baby-doll dress exposing most of our daughter's tan slender thighs. I know too, that Kat had prepped and shaved Lacey's pussy bare for me. As Lacey sits next to me in the front seat of my convertible, I will get my first glimpse of her pretty pink pussy lips if that dress of hers slides up any higher. Her nipples jut out from her tits, pressing like the nubs of a pencil eraser against the gauzy material of the...