He was always a bit too interested in what girls had under their skirts. I remember having to wash my own panties because he'd steal them from the dir...ty clothes hamper if I left them for Mom.He wasn't much of a fighter either. I mean, we lived with Dad. Dad was maybe five two, and had the red hair of your typical Irishman. He loved to play up his heritage and that seemed to come with a quick temper. Father loved to brawl. It was never personal and I don't think he really tried to hurt anyone,. These were the biggest tits shed ever touched, Tracys had never gotten very big, and although these were still only Bs, they still excited the hell out of Cindy. She broke off her kiss, and opened her eyes, staring into Kats also now open, and very dreamy blue eyes. She looked at her for only a second though, and scooched her little butt down the bed a little to line up her face with Kats chest. Without hesitation though, that nipple was Cindys meal. She sucked both the nipple and a good amount. “Sorry, I’ve got a few things I need to do.”I watched my daughter leave, frowning after her. That was unproductive - what to do?I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink, thinking furiously. Should I just wing it, and see if I could fix things? Whatever my current moral compass though, I didn’t relish the thought of messing around blindly with my daughters mind. Some things I would risk, but not that.In the end I activated the Watch and froze time; deciding to go up to my daughters room to. Several hours and multiple shopping bags later, Chris and his mother went to the car. They stopped at a small restaurant and had a late lunch. "I must have spent a fortune today," she said. "I don't know what got into me. I normally don't spend a lot of time shopping for clothes." "I know," Chris said before he thought. His mother got a pensive look on her face. "I guess I've needed to upgrade my wardrobe for some time huh?" "Uh... well... yeah," Chris answered uncomfortably. She reached over.