Don Morrissey stood in the open doorway watching as his daughter Dannii began to undress.   Fifteen years old, Dannii was barely five foot tall, with a graceful, ballerina-like figure, large almond eyes, and glossy auburn hair, which reached down almost to the top of her backside.

Although her figure was trim, with very few curves yet, Don felt his penis throbbing from excitement as Dannii unzipped her Levis, then wiggled her backside to make the denims slither down to the floor.  Stepping out of the jeans, she bent at the waist to retrieve them and Don’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw the thin material of her flimsy panties stretched tight across the pink rounds of her buttocks.

Although his hands ached from the need to step forward and grab a large handful of one of those beautiful fleshy orbs, he forced himself to stay where he was, watching as Dannii continued her strip-tease, still oblivious to his presence.   As she pulled the sweater up over her head, for a moment she was caught, with her head concealed from view, but her small, pointy breasts and soft round arse clearly outlined through her translucent, white underwear.

Don was sorely tempted to take advantage of her predicament to get those soft breasts into his hands.  But somehow he managed to control himself as Dannii began to twist and turn, wiggling her little body around erotically, until finally she pulled her head free and threw the sweater onto her bed in anger.   Then slowly she unclipped her bra and let it drop to the bedroom floor, then pulled down her briefs to stand naked in front of her father.

Although her pajamahs were already laid out on her bed, Dannii ignored them and stepped across to the double-door wardrobe beside the bed.      She opened one door, behind which was afixed a full-length mirror.

Seeing the mirror Don stepped slightly back into the corridor, but continued to watch as Dannii began to examine herself in the mirror.

At first he thought she was giving herself a breast examination (as his wife Karla did periodically

to make certain there were no potentially carcinogenic lumps).   But then, as Dannii began to caress her breasts firmly with her left hand, her right hand delved down to the moist thatch between her legs and began to gently stroke in and out a few centimetres, to the obvious pleasure of the teenager whose breathing began to come in short, sharp gasps as she brought herself ever closer to release.