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She was in a short, transparent sweater. I could see her whole body, the beautiful long legs of a very sexy blonde, the radiant smile. She was really sexy, exciting, seductive. Was beautiful, radiant, like all brides. And was getting married in the early evening. But it was not for this, to talk about marriage, that my daughter was there. Entering my room so early and dressed summarily like that. She smiled at me, in that seductive, captivating way of hers, a look and expression full of mischief, and I knew what it was all about. And with a wide smile and very calm, looking at me fondly, Sherry took the short sweater underneath, reached up and pulled it off, over her head. She was now standing in front of me in her underwear only. Bra and panties. Whites. A small, delicate bra, covering only half of her breasts. And less than a bikini, a thong, an "almost nothing", Brazil delicious and daring style, the least fabric over the sex that could be called lingerie. More: without haste,