Mine were a cup or two bigger, but she was still busty by anyone’s standard. Could I maybe just flash him? That didn’t seem like enough. Let him h...ld them? Again, this is your father you’re talking about, not some frat boy. Even still, I know he’s been craving sexual attention and release, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to the glory hole. Twice. Plus, once more, just to watch me. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all to let my body help him out a little. Would that be so wrong?Of course. Last night’s dream was very different from all the others. In the past all of her dreams had been about a small valley. She had found herself walking around the small village by a lake, or around a farmyard. In her dreams Beverly had met most of the folk that lived in dream valley, spoke to them, even laughed with them. Her dream people were the closest friends that Beverly had ever known. Last night instead she found herself lying in a bed, a thin attractive bald man was lying over her their. ..." My mind was rushing and yet absent at the same time."We should go in. Do you think you can walk?" I tried getting up but was feeling a bit weak."Actually, I'm feeling a bit light-headed," I responded."Don't worry, mate. I've got ya," he said. And he picked me up and carried me. I smiled and felt really warm as he lifted me up. It was so romantic! .... With my best friend's dad. My mind was waking up to what was going on. The naked hunk lifting me and carrying me inside his house was my. Looking in the mirror she was pleased by what she saw. Her legs and tum were still in good shape. The high-heels of the spikes were pushing her breasts out firming them up making them as pert as they had ever been and she could feel the muscles in her bottom stretched taught, rounded out. Not quite the girl who Frank married five years ago but still capable of turning heads. The nightie only just covered her bottom and there were no matching panties. Well! So what? houris did not wear.