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 Hello everyone.  I just want to thank everyone who has been writing to me
and to apologize to those whom I have not responded to yet.  I do work a
full time job, plus my part time work at the church and every other weekend
is taken up with my Angel, so I do tend to be strapped for time more often
than I would like.  That, and I have been a little reluctant to post this
installment.  This particular incident I can say, rather, must confess is
the first time I went out of my way to set up a situation in which my
daughter would not only be able to expose herself for my own perverted
sickness, but to allow the person spying her to see a really nice treat.  I
had come to the realization that it wasn't simply me seeing my Angel's
private secrets, but the thrill of someone else seeing her that really
turned me into something I couldn't explain.  The time at the campsite, the
time at the food court, those are what made my heart race and more than
once I have made a mess on myself or the floor from it.  I guess it was an
experiment of sorts, I needed to know for certain what it was that took
over my rational thought.  I needed to know what it was so I could avoid it
in the future.  At least, that's the argument I tried to make for myself.
That's the reasoning I tried to convince myself of.  This was all for
science and research, right?

   With spring arriving up here, I had taken my daughter clothes shopping
at the mall and there was in incident in the food court that pushed me over
the edge.  Unlike the previous times where life had kept me busy enough
that I didn't dwell on the incident all week long, this time, I couldn't
shake it from my mind.  I kept replaying the little scene in my head,
wondering what that guy saw, the smile on his face, how hard he was trying
to look without being caught.  The sudden mini-heart attack I had when I
peeked under the table and saw exactly what he was looking stuck with me
all week.  I had already made up my mind that we were going to go
shoe/sneaker shopping at the mall the next weekend she was with me.  To
that end, I actually set out to manufacture a scenario for my daughter to
be in.  I had the usual burning, bleeding ulcer sensation in my stomach
while I worked on the preparations.  I was very clinical, almost scientific
about everything.  First, I made sure she would be able to wear her new
shorts with the wide leg openings.  Second, I went through her clothes and
checked her top drawer to see what types of panties she had to choose from.
I took all of the new ones with the tight elastics and thicker cotton and
moved them to the back of the drawer and put socks and t-shirts in front of
them.  I narrowed the choice down to two pairs that were older, had looser
leg openings, and where the material covering the crotch had just been worn
thinner than the others.  I was looking for thin material, not see through
or anything like that, but where the material was thin enough and
soft/flexible enough to readily conform to her curves and bumps and
wouldn't be so thick that it hid any of her features.  I wasn't out to
expose my daughter to the world, I wanted her panties to leave very little
to the imagination.  Finally, I set the two panties on top of some socks at
the very front of the drawer so they would be the very first ones she saw.
I know my Angel very well.  She wouldn't go digging through clothes to find
undies when there were two sitting right on top.  All I had to do was wait
for the weekend to arrive.

   Friday came around and as usual, I had to get out of work and drive
across the Province past my house, to pick up my Angel, then drive back
again.  All told, it's nearly 3 hours I spend in my truck just to get home.
I told her on the way home that I think she needs new sneakers to go with
her new clothes and of course she agreed.  I didn't want the mall packed
with people so I told her we would go Saturday morning, which of course
meant another hour drive back towards her mother's house, but I needed to
be able to keep as few variables as possible.  I told her we would leave in
the morning after breakfast and after she took a shower.

   When Saturday morning came around, I was remarkably calm considering
what I was hoping to do.  I think maybe I was just figuring the scene in my
head would never play out because that was what my luck was.  Each and
every time I had seen my Angel's secrets, they had just happened naturally.
I could envision today the exact opposite happening, she would fix her
shorts, she would be aware of how "open" the leg openings were and try to
keep her legs closed, she would choose today of all days to actually heed
what I had been telling her for over a year and actually start sitting like
a young lady.  I just resigned myself to the fact that nothing grand was
going to happen today.  When she went in for her shower, I went to her room
to see which undies she had taken, and sure enough, she just grabbed the
pair that was on top.  My heart started to race and my mouth got incredibly
dry.

   We drove to the mall and I forced myself not to look at he legs or
shorts.  I didn't want her to be self conscious that she wasn't sitting
right or that she was showing off.  We hit the first shoe shop and she
picked out two pairs of sneakers to try on.  The sales man knelt in front
of her and she put her foot in the measuring thing.  When he returned, he
resumed his kneeling position and started to lace the sneakers up.  My
Angel sat patiently in the seat and waited.  He prompted her to place her
foot in the sneaker as he held it on his thigh.  He finished tying it up
then repeated the process on the other foot.  I took out my phone and
fiddled with it acting as disinterested in the process as I possibly could.
When the sales man helped my Angel with the second pair, I noticed the
opening of her shorts had puffed open.  Unlike the first pair, she hadn't
been sitting there for a few minutes waiting for the man to return.  The
sneakers were already there and ready for her to try on.  She had only had
enough time to sit down before he started to work the laces on the
sneakers. My heart leaped into my throat and my pulse quickened as I
started to imagine what he may be able to see.  Her panties?  Definitely.
Anything more?  I doubted.  The elastic band on the legs holes to her
undies weren't that loose so I seriously doubted he could see beyond her
panties, but I had to know.  It was killing me.  I stood up and acted as if
I were listening to a voice mail on my phone.  I walked slowly away from my
seat then turned around and walked back towards my seated Angel.  I kept
staring at the floor as if I were concentrating on the message but I could
clearly see into my little Angel's shorts.  Her cotton covered peach was
plainly visible.  The shorts were opened even better than they were at the
food court.  What's more, I was standing, had a better angle, and was
closer to her than I was at the food court.  There was no mistaking what
the salesman could easily see.  Was it my imagination or was he moving his
own leg further out to the side as he worked the laces on the 2nd pair of
sneakers?  Was he deliberately opening up her legs to get a better view of
her?  My cock started to ache and I could feel my pulse down there now.

   After her "test drive" of the second pair, she had made up her mind, but
I was too excited.  I quickly sat down and suggested a 3rd pair that she
had been looking at.  I told the man we would take the 2nd pair, but would
like to try on another pair if possible.  He assented and ran off to get
the 3rd pair.  He returned much quicker this time around and knelt once
again to lace the sneakers up.  Once again, he rested her foot on his thigh
as he fitted the sneaker to my Angel's foot.  And again, I could see his
leg moving more to the side, opening up her thighs ever so slightly.  I
studied his eyes and I could see him eagerly staring right up her thighs
into her shorts.  I held my phone up as I sent non-existent text messages
to no one at all.  I watched this stranger, no more than a foot away from
me, manipulating my Angel's legs so he could see her panty covered peach.
My heart was pounding away in my chest and I'm pretty sure I wasn't
breathing as I took in the whole sight.

   Now here is where I think I crossed over a line shouldn't have.

   I wanted to have a little more fun.  My dick was aching and pounding so
hard in my pants and my head was spinning from lack of oxygen.  With all
the blood flowing to the wrong head and no oxygen getting to the brain, I
stopped thinking straight and threw all caution to the wind.  The store was
empty save for us and this one salesman and it wasn't hurting anyone
letting him enjoy his view up my Angel's shorts, so why not make his day a
little brighter, right?

   I had my Angel take a seat one more time and asked the man if he thought
the space at the toe was good enough to let her grow into them, or if that
would make them too loose and cause blisters.  He showed me the "rule of
thumb" and where her big toe was in relation to the sneaker tip.  For the
moment, he seemed to have forgotten about her panties and switched over to
professional mode to make a sale.  I smiled inwardly since I knew he was
going to be completely off guard with what I did next.

   Without any thought or pre-planning, or even thinking this through
first, I leaned over in my seat and grabbed my Angel's foot and lifted it
up to my thigh, and bent her knee.  What this did was place her knee up
near her shoulder, open the leg opening of the shorts very wide, and make
it so her panty covered crotch was almost even with this poor man's face.
Thankfully he wasn't too old or he could have had a heart attack, because
the next thing I did was slide her towards my seat while making some silly
joke about her squirming away from me.  When I did that, the the friction
of the seat cushion held her shorts in place and she shifted inside her
clothing.

   I'm not a very gifted wordsmith or overly talented in painting visual
pictures with text, but I am doing my best here.

   She had essentially slid inside her shorts towards me.  The crotch of
the shorts had pulled up tightly against the leg furthest from me and
nearly all of her panties were now in plain view as if she didn't have any
shorts on at all.  Before anyone could say anything, I feigned not noticing
her predicament and placed my thumb near her big toe and looked at the man
as he stared at her fully exposed panties.  I asked him "You think that's
good then?" He only managed an "Oh yes.  That's plenty good" without ever
having looked at the sneaker or my hand.

   Now recall that I had selected a pair of panties and arranged it so she
would pick them.  Well, my sneaking and devilry paid off 100 fold.  The
cotton of the panty was worn and thinner than a brand new pair.  With her
slumped in the seat a little and now with the slide/shift towards me, the
material had pulled so sinfully taut against her puffed lips.  I could, as
I know he could as well, very easily see the puffy lip, the cleft between
her puffy lips, the material indented and folded at the apex of her slit in
the shape of a "Y", and the other puffy lip.  The undies were pulled so
tightly, the elastic of the leg opening was threatening to lose slip over
her peach and into her slit.

   I could see the area of her thigh where the skin seems to be thinner and
I could see the veins just below the surface near her crotch.  I could see
how impossibly whiter that soft smooth skin was compared to the rest of her
thigh.  I could see how the texture of the skin closest to her puffy mound
seemed just a little different from the rest of her leg.  Without taking my
eyes off the salesman, I lowered her foot to the floor and she adjusted her
shorts and I asked him again "So you think that's OK then?" Again, he
simply said "Oh yes" as he made eye contact with me.  I could see him blush
fast as he tried to pack up to get away from me.  But I stopped him.  I was
still sporting a sly grin and was giving him a calming look as I asked him
if he would like to have her try on another pair of sneakers just to see
how the fit was.  He stammered a bit, probably unsure what I was up to and
was hesitating.  I'm sure he was torn between, making a sale, seeing my
Angel's little secrets again, and getting beat up by an angry father.  So I
threw in "If you don't mind.  The store is empty, I don't mind if you have
a look at another pair on her." He got up and said OK and asked what pair
she wanted.  He came back again and this time, he did a look around the
store and made his way back to us.  When he moved the box he was carrying,
I could clearly see a cock bulging in his pants.  This perv was hard all
over my little Angel and that just made my own cock swell up.  I sat back
in my chair and angled myself to watch him take care of my Angel and her
shoe.  This time, he was much slower, more deliberate in his motions.  He
didn't do anything as bold as sliding her over in her shorts like I had
done, but was was definitely moving her leg wider and higher and making a
show, almost flamboyantly, of explaining and pointing out the parts of the
sneaker's supports and where to look out for with ill-fitting shoes.  He
kept trying to make eye contact with me, I'm sure he was still very nervous
about what exactly I was up to, so I assuaged his fears and said "Hey, you
don't have to convince me.  You're the professional here.  I'll take your
word.  Just concentrate on her." He seemed to smile and I swear I could see
the relief wash over him as the weight was seemingly lifted from his
shoulders.  I let him spend a couple of minutes catering to my Angel as he
gazed intently into her shorts, never once making eye contact with her.  As
a new set of customers came in, I said, "Oh.  Looks like you're getting
busy.  We've taken enough of your time.  So just show me again where her
big toe is." At that, I grabbed her leg again and pulled her goofingly
towards me so she would shift in her shorts again.  This time, his face lit
up with a big smile as he now knew it was OK to stare at her almost naked
peach.  He did a quick show of where her toe was and I placed her foot back
down.

   I thanked him for the diligent attentions he gave my Angel and bought
two of the four pairs of sneakers.  Wouldn't you know it, the second pair
was half price!