Sally, my 8 year old daughter was lying face down on the sofa in the lounge watching Saturday morning cartoons whilst I cooked our breakfast, although things almost got burned because I couldn't resist taking a peek at her every couple of minutes.

After we'd woken up we'd showered together and, instead of her usual dressing gown, partly because it was a warm day, but mostly because I just loved the idea of her wearing it, she was dressed only in a sheer black shortie negligee which had belonged to my late wife which hid nothing of her sweet little bottom. I got so distracted at one point that it was only a warning beep from the smoke detector that called my attention back to the sausages that were blackening under the grill.

Quickly I pulled them out and put them on a couple of plates with fried eggs, fried bread and a glass of orange juice each, then took both plates into the sitting room on a tray.

"Here's breakfast, sweetheart" I said, putting one plate on a table in front of her.

"Thanks daddy," she said. She turned to sit up and I smiled as she divided her attention between the food and the cartoons whist at the same time I was dividing my gaze between breakfast and admiring her sexy little body through the sheer material.

As one cartoon ended she looked across to me and giggled "you've been looking at me, haven't you daddy?"

"Have I?" I said in mock surprise, "whatever gives you that idea?"

"Because I saw you looking and because your penis is sticking up again behind your tray!" she declared, pointing at the bulge in the front of my dressing gown.

I laughed "Ok, you got me there, but it's only because you look so beautiful" I replied and was rewarded with a blush and another smile.

"So are we going out to the shops, then?". We always went shopping on Saturdays, not only to stock up on groceries, but also so she could spend her pocket money on sweets and a girls' comic. "Sure, but I've got some things to sort out first, so you can watch some more cartoons."

"Ok, but don't forget you promised to give me five pounds pocket money now!"

I nodded, I'd promised that after she'd caught me masturbating watching her whilst she was in the bath and she'd threatened to expose me if I didn't, so that was the price of her silence. Of course probably she wouldn't have actually done so, but I figured it was better to keep her happy than take the chance. She'd also made me tell her about the bondage magazines she'd found on top of my wardrobe and that had ended with me teaching her how to give me oral sex followed by her being tied up as I introduced her to an egg-shaped vibrator which had given her first ever orgasm.

I also remembered that originally she'd demanded a pony, however I'd convinced her that it wouldn't be possible since we lived in a third floor flat, however I had some plans in mind that could be fun for both of us.

I left her watching the TV and went into my bedroom where I took out a box which contained some of my wife's old clothes. I'd got rid of most of them after she'd died, but I'd kept some for sentimental reasons and now I rummaged around until I found a sexy see-through black thong which I'd always loved seeing her wear. I spent a few minutes working with a pair of scissors and our old sewing machine and now it was the perfect size for my daughter.

Pausing only to get dressed myself, I took it into her bedroom and looked through her chest of drawers until I found a black skirt which would come to just above her knees and a white halter-top to go with it, then laid them all out on her bed.

"Time to get dressed, Sally" I called out.

"Just a minute, the cartoon's almost finished". I shook my head, perish the thought that she would miss the end of the cartoon!

A few moments later she came into her bedroom, still looking so sexy through the sheer black nylon and looked at the clothes I had laid out on the bed. "Ok, I recognise these", she said, pointing to the top and the skirt, "but these are new!" She picked up the thong and turned it around, looking at it closely. "I suppose this was mummy's too."

"Yes, but now it's yours, so how about you try it on."

"Sure". I took the thong from her whilst she took off the negligee and then I knelt down and held it out whilst she stepped into it before slowly pulling it up her legs.

She wriggled a little bit as I pulled the elastic between her bum cheeks and reached around to pull it out again. "That feels a bit weird" she commented. "Don't worry, you'll soon get used to it," I said, patting her little bottom. "Now let me look at you."

I led her over to her wardrobe which had a mirror on the front and turned her around so we could see her cute butt, then back, tugging up on the waistband a little, so her sweet little cleft was visible through the diaphonous material. I couldn't resist giving her a hug and a kiss. "Damn, sweetie, you look so beautiful in that!" She squeezed me back and said "I can tell you like me in it because I can feel your penis is all hard again through your trousers".

"You're right there, but now let's get your top and skirt on and we can go out."

"I can dress myself you know, daddy" she protested. "Yes, you can, but today I like the idea of dressing you up myself". She looked a bit dubious, but I held out her skirt so she could step into it, then ran my hands up her legs before I fastened it around her waist. "Haha, oh I see, that's why you want to dress me, isn't it?!" I smiled at her, "you're such a clever girl, now hold your arms up so I can put this top over your head." Of course as I did so I couldn't resist running my hands down her sides, then up to gently tweak her nipples making her wriggle again.

"Right, now sit on the bed so I can pop your socks and shoes on." She obviously twigged what was in my mind because as I knelt in front of her slipping a pair of ankle socks on her she spread her knees apart letting me peek up her skirt and get a glimpse of her labia and kept them like that as I laced up her shoes, then, unable to resist the temptation, leaned forward and popped a quick kiss on the inside of each thigh.

"That was very nice, but remember, that's only for me, when we're out, good girls keep their knees together" I warned.

"Sure, daddy, I know."

"Great, now come on, let's go shopping."

I picked up my keys and locked the door behind us whilst Sally ran ahead to press the lift button. On the way down to the basement garage I gave her a little hug and a squeeze which she happily returned, then, when the doors openend, as she always did, said "Daddy, can I press the button please". I held out the remote locking fob and she pushed the button to unlock the car, then jumped into the passenger seat, buckling herself in. I sat in the drivers seat and, checking that nobody was around, reached over and patted her thigh whilst stealing a quick kiss.

We drove to the shopping centre and parked, Sally immediately dashing into the newsagents to buy three comics and a pile of sweets. I paid for them, but said "Ok, you can have them, but don't eat them all at once or you'll make yourself ill". She pouted, but realised I was right, so settled for settled for a lollypop which she sucked on in a suggestive way, getting me all turned on again until I told her to stop it otherwise I might get arrested!

"Now it's time for me to buy you something" I said, leading her into a clothes shop. I'd seen some cute stretch black leggings in there last time we shopped and this time I bought her a couple of pairs. Not only that, but there were some cute knee length boots in a shiny black patent material with just a hint of a heel on them. There had been complaints in the local newspaper that these were "inappropriate" for girls as young as my daughter, but they looked just fine to me and Sally loved them too and insisted on wearing them as we left which I didn't object to in the slightest.

We went around the supermarket and did our usual weekly shopping and as we walked back to the car I let her go ahead and admired how cute and sexy she looked in the boots with a tempting little gap between the top of the boots and the hem of the skirt.

I'd deliberately parked the car some way away from the entrance to the shops and put it so the boot was facing towards a wall which meant that there were no other vehicles around us or behind us and the car would block the view of any CCTV cameras, so when I asked Sally to help load the bags into the car she would lean over the sill to get them in and her skirt would ride up for a pretty view of the backs of her thighs.

It was so irresistible that, when the bags were loaded, I told her to stay like that for a moment whilst I knelt down and flipped up the back of her skirt, planting a kiss on each bare bum cheek, then one between them. She giggled and wiggled her bum in my face for a moment.

"Good girl," I said, but now let's get you home because I've got some other fun things we can do...