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!

