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When I was about this old, my widowed dad start to made me do one thing I never thought I'll ever do. At first it was really embarrassing, because he has not seen me naked since I was little. But now that I'm this old, he said that everyday starting today that I will have 'no clothes' on when I'm on the house. And that every once in awhile, he'll touch inside my sweet spot to see if my hymen is intact and still there. Do you have the slightest idea where this story heading to? Well you should, unless you grew up from a f****y nudism then probably no. Its just as worst as putting on a chastity belt. But better than making me go to a purity ball. So right after I got back from sch**l and came home, I went to the living room where my dad is waiting sitting on a couch and after several seconds of standing in front of him, I put down my bag and started stripping. I looked away in another direction every time a piece of my clothing comes off. I was looking down when I first took off all my top, leaving my bra on.Then I pulled down my pants halfway and that I bended over and untied my shoes and took it off, then pulled down the rest of my pants down and off my feet. Now I'm on my bra, panties, and orange stripe socks. "Keep going," dad said and he added,"Even those socks must come off." For some reason I felt myself blushed and when he saw my face turn red I immediately felt a wave of embarrassment. Doing all of this in front of him, I unhooked my bra and let it fall, not looking away from his eye contact. My breasts fell and my dad eyed them and he smirked, which made me curve a smile and that in my mind everything is alright and I bent over as I pulled down my panties and let it slide and fall to my ankles, along with my socks and with my foot I push the clothes aside. My dad eyed my pelvic to my sweet spot area and raised an eyebrow. "Now, come closer to me," he said. I walk to him and he put a finger touching my sweet spot. I thought I was going to faint and all that time that I been thinking that this was just all a bad dream. He then slides a finger up and inside my sweet spot then stop halfway when he felt the soft blockade of my hymen and pulled his finger out. "Take your things and clothes back to your room and...just do what you usually do, just without clothes on," he said. No worries, there's part two. And so on...