“If I didn’t like it so much, I might ask what you were after,” grinned Robert to his daughter. His hands moved along her bare hips, the tiny underwear covering her sex and breasts, barely. “So is this where you are going to try and get me to tell you what you’re getting for Christmas?” Robert grinned, cupping her bare ass cheeks. “…or is this a present for me?”
Lydia giggled and kissed his neck, “Would I get all dressed up like this if it wasn’t a present for you?” she asked, “Plus I’m trying to find out what you got me for Christmas.” she said with a smile.
“This is a nice present,” Robert did admit, giving her curvy backside a smack. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and show Daddy that you have the ability to coax the answer from him?” he asked, popping her bra clasp free and lacing it off her arms.