"Daddy, am I really going to get to play basketball this year?" Summer asked hopefully.
"I hope so sweetheart, but I'm afraid your cloak-and-dagger benefactor might be being just a bit pollyannaish," Mr. Spring declared. "The legal system moves exceedingly slow in this country. I'm not sure if even a billion dollars can speed it up that much."
"When do you think I'll actually get to play?" Summer asked concernedly.
"Assuming you win and the verdict doesn't get appealed, optimistically by the time you are in ninth grade," Summer's dad replied, hopefully.
"That's two years off," Summer whimpered.
"I know," Chris Spring said, nodding his head dolefully. "And that I feel is being overly optimistic. Supposedly, Mr. Hutz or more likely one of his associates, is meeting us here around eleven. Hopefully, he can tell us what their plans are to make things move abnormally fast."
As if having 15 minute appointments, Karen returned at 10:30 and the nurse checked in with them at 10:45. Karen had brought clothing for Summer to wear home, and her daughter loved what her mother had picked out for her.
"Is that new?" Summer asked, adoring the dress. "Did you stop off and do some shopping?"
"No," Karen replied. "That's an old top of mine that your father always liked. Knowing how short you like your clothes, I figured you could wear it as a dress. I know you'd probably prefer sneakers, but I brought shoes with a slight heel to add definition to your already sexy legs."
"Karen, isn't that the diaphanous white blouse that I love so much on you?" Chris asked. "The one that shows off your breasts so nicely?"
"One and the same," Karen replied. "I know it's a hand me down, but I had a feeling Summer would like it."
"I have no doubt Summer will love it," Chris replied uneasily, "but you do realize that when you wore that, you might as well have been topless."
"Chris darling, we have mirrors in our bedroom," Karen replied. "I know exactly what type of spectacle I was putting on. Whenever I wore this top to go out, you had a raging hard-on the entire evening and couldn't wait to get me home to bed and fuck me."
"Can I try it on?" Summer said excitedly. "Normally I prefer to be nude, but I think I might just like this dress." She quickly slipped the garment on. "How do I look?"
"Fabulous," Karen replied.
"You might as well be totally naked," Chris replied, suddenly realizing that he was now sporting a full blown hard-on.
"I think Daddy likes me in this," Summer said proudly. "He has a hard-on."
Chris didn't try to hide it, but he certainly had a difficult time understanding it. He had spent the last twelve plus hours in this room with his daughter while she was totally naked and now when she slipped on clothing he got a raging stiffy?
Karen laughed. "That's the same response I used to get out of him. Of course in my case I was only displaying my tits. Since you're wearing it as a dress you're also including your cunt and ass in the package," Karen added.
"Daddy, does that mean that you'll fuck me when we get home?" Summer pleaded hopefully.
"Summer, we've talked about this many times before," Chris said. "Except for your mother, there is no one in this whole wide world that I'd rather fuck than you, but I love you too much to want to take the chance of hurting you. You can't possibly imagine how much I want to slip my eager organ into that perfect little cunt of yours, but it's just too little. Be patient, we'll get to fuck and once we start, I promise we'll never stop."
"Hold on now," Karen protested teasingly. "Does that mean that once you start having sex with Summer that I'm going to get cut off completely?"
"You know damn well I didn't mean that," Chris declared, taking Karen in his arms and hugging her tightly. "I'd die without you. I just meant that once Summer and I start, we can do it on a regular basis if she wants."
"Summer, slip on the shoes and give us a fashion show," Karen requested. "I want to make sure it's long enough and sufficiently covers your cunt and ass."
"Does it really matter?" Chris asked. "Either way you can see absolutely everything the girl has to offer and it's all perfect."
"I know, it sorta seems stupid to even wear clothes," Karen admitted. "But it's sorta like the Hollywood stars. They'll go to an awards show in a totally transparent top, but they'd never go there topless."
"I would," Summer interjected. "I'd go totally naked. There isn't any place in the world that I wouldn't be willing to go naked. Well, maybe the North Pole or Antarctica, but that's only because of the wicked cold."
Karen laughed. "You're a special case. I doubt your dad and I will ever meet another girl like you."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," Summer said. "I think Jessica might surprise you. She seriously wants to streak the homecoming football game if we can figure out a way to get off the field after the streak without being caught."
"I might have a solution to that problem," Chris suggested, "but that's a topic for another day. Right now slip those shoes on and give your mother and me a fashion show."
When Summer sat down on the bed to slip on the shoes she spread her legs slightly and in the process gave both her parents a good look at the priceless treasure nestled between those sexy legs. Karen realized that her daughter loved to be naked, but wondered if the girl realized that she was even more tempting and sexy like this, just slightly covered.
"How do I look?" Summer asked, jumping to her feet. "Does it cover enough to be legal?"
Karen and Chris just stared at the beautiful sight standing directly in front of them. Did it make them horrible parents because they were willing to share the total beauty of their daughter's body with the world? "It barely covers that perfect pussy and adorable ass of yours," Chris replied. "Whether you're legal or not would probably depend on the judgment of the individual cop checking you out and whether they were male or female, straight or gay. Either way, you look good enough to eat."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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