Not drooping. Not gross looking. Round puffy nipples. Red freckles across the middle of her boobs. And they were fucking beautiful. Hell, even my step...daughter sat there in the water staring at them."Holy Jesus, Katie. You've got the biggest and nicest boobs of a girl my age I've ever seen," My stepdaughter said.I just sat there and laughed.And all the while, my wife sat in the water, looking pissed as fuck.Then Katie spoke."Come on Mrs. D. Your turn," she said.My wife sat there. She said. I’ll add that to your punishment.” I see your tears flow a bit harder and you look away from me. The guy is looking out the windshield, looking a bit taken aback by my harsh words to you. I laugh. He looks at me, you keep looking down at your hands. He laughs too. I feel you trembling again. “How do you punish him?” the beefy man asks. “Tonight is his punishment,” I respond, “making him suck those guys off in the bar, getting fucked in the parking-lot, letting you have your way with. You may be surprised to know that my wife shares that view. You may not be surprised to know that my daughter does, as well. She's also one of those with a high opinion of your editing ability."Now, I wonder how she came to have that opinion. Any insights on that, Mister Tolliver? How did Cora Crown come by this opinion of your editing abilities? I mean the same Cora Crown whom you were escorting back from lunch today in a rather chummy public manner."Oops! So word of that had made it this. Oh, now I understand. You are a separatist, you want your Quebec province to be your country.Are you crazy, Hostie? I don't want to know nothing from that shit!I do not understand anything anymore.I tell you before, it's simple! You ask me what country I come from, I answered Quebec because Quebec is my country, but I don't really want it to be my country, it would be too much trouble. I just want to say it. So, why don't you just let me say it?I'm all mixed up. You have passport from what.