I decided I should probably say something. "What's your name?" I asked her, embarrassed that she had somehow figured out mine. "Hera." She answe...ed, actually holding her hand out to shake. I don't know what came over me. I took her hand and brought it softly up to my lips, brushing them across her knuckles. "Like the goddess. Nice to finally meet you, Hera." And it happened. She blushed, and I watched it travel from her cheeks and down her neck, then across her pale chest. I looked. .. he had even fixed the very same chair leg four times before the girl even made an advance on him. But that was all in the past. Maybe it was the sight of his daughter, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the right places, between her chest and her cute little butt... it was made for squeezing that butt... he already knew she would love it when he’d tease her with his thumb, tracing circles around it before plunging in and making her squeal like the little piggie she was. “Uhh, I think... I. She opened her robe and studied herself. Her breasts were standing proudly with the nipples perched atop like cherries on sundaes. She was proud that they were a natural full C-cup with no nip or tuck needed. Her body slimmed at her waist with smooth curves and back out around her full hips. She was voluptuous, not some twiggy supermodel type but a healthy, soft woman. Her waist wasn't too thin or too thick. It was perfect for a man to grab hold of and wrap his fingers around. She knew that. Her ass is petite and well rounded, her breasts small and firm. She has long, straight black hair that frames a delicate, narrow face, with deep, green eyes and a sexy, sensuous mouth. Her hands and feet are petite, smooth and very sexy. My daughter is quite a stunning package.Last month I was watching television one Wednesday evening and, as usual, nothing good was on. After surfing through all of the cable channels twice, flipping through old magazines and rereading the day's newspaper, I.