“Come on let’s get a coffee” I state and at that her chin drops slightly, she’s quite top heavy and doesn’t do bra-less but I’m sure she�...��ll do it for me and with us being somewhere neither of us knows anyone its relatively risk free. She puts her jacket on but leaves it unbuttoned. So now we’re off for a coffee, I stand back to let me drink in her full look knowing what’s not on underneath and love it! I’m whispering to her as we walk telling her how good she looks and how her tits bounce as. It consisted of a form fitting jacket worn open over a white blouse. The blouse was unbuttoned to the waist and they caught a glimpse of skin and a hint of tit flesh. The skirt was tight and slit on both sides all the way to her waist. She had negligently crossed what seemed like an impossibly long leg over her knee. The naked leg was visible all the way to her hip. It didn't appear that she was wearing panties. She definitely was not wearing a bra. She was as composed as a 50-year old. ” Ava is looking even sadder now. Are her eyes tearing up? “Oh honey, I totally get that. You’ve touched on this subject already before. Am I still not doing it right, I mean bonding with you, giving you warmth?” “You’re taking great care of me, dad. Feeding me, washing me, shaving me. I really appreciate it. But it feels sterile. It often feels like I’m a patient.”I can’t help but feel hurt. I’m doing all these things for her and Ava is still not happy. “I’m sorry Ava, I didn’t realise.”. You see, I come from a family that has a tight knot with their roots, four generations ago my family arrived to America from Ireland and we keep communication with the 'clan' over there, they brought several heirlooms with them, one is a pendant with a lock in the middle it seems, nobody knows if there is a key or what it represents, my grandpa never said a thing about it but he gave it to my dad which in turn gave it to me to officially see me as an adult in the eyes of the 'clan' or so my.