Lisa’s, “Stay Beth,” was the only thing that kept her from running off.“I can’t believe this,” Gail reached for Anna’s hand out of defea...tism. Anna honked Gail’s boob.“These are going to look terrible soon, aren’t they?” Anna laughed. Gail shot daggers at her.“They’ve been sagging a little more than I’d like,” Gail agreed through clenched teeth, “You’re only young and dumb once after all.”Anna glowered.“Hey, does this mean I get you?” Shawnee flicked around, “Please?”“I--”“She said please,” Lisa. If she kept her nose to the grindstone and worked hard, Robin was sure that not only would this job provide the mental challenge she needed, but also the kind of money most folks only dreamed of. As the bus swayed to and fro as it passed over the Chicago River bridge, Robin thought that the only real problem she had since moving to The Big Windy was the lack of any real social life. By now she had hoped to have made some close friends but it just hadn't worked out that way with the heavy. I did all the usual dad stuff with my kids, barbeques, flying the flag, scouting, camping, church, and even an occasional ball game.Let me tell you about my family. My Wife, Thien Ly is a short statuesque Vietnamese woman. After 3 kids she’s still has a sexy 34B-28-36 body. At 38 her breasts do have some sag but no stretch marks. The most remarked on feature my wife has is her freckles.Neither my son nor my stepson figures into this story so you don’t need to know about them.My daughter, Kara. I spread my pussy lips with my fingers as Eric bent down for a good look. He said it did not look very big or very deep. He asked if I had ever put my fingers in my pussy. I said I had tried it once but quit after inserting one finger about an inch because it hurt. He asked how long ago I had tried and I said at least a year ago and maybe two. He said not to worry; I had grown a lot since then. Eric then asked to see my breasts. I told him there was not much to see as I lifted my t-shirt.