Me too, honey.” Weight settled in my chest; a subtle ache of adoration. I genuinely loved my daughter, soft and sweet, adventurous and sexy, a beaut...ful free spirit. Had I appreciated her before? Had I showered her in the love she deserved? Had I let her know how important she is to me?Shaking myself mentally, I said, “How about a swim? Skinny dip?”“No way! I told you, I’m sore. Besides, what if Julia drops by?”“At least wear the white bikini,” I begged, grinning.“Nope. It’s too. On tip-toe, she pushed herself against him, her head against his broad shoulder and she squeezed his swelling package. ‘No, but you might like one, I would like to watch,’ whispered Fay. Jack’s firm hand reached around her waist and cupping her pert bottom, squeezed it firmly as Fay pressed her groin against his thigh. ‘I’m not wearing any knickers either, ‘whispered Fay, ‘I had to have a little play in the loo, I’m soaking.’ Fay was softly grinding her crotch now against Jack’s demin clad. I couldn’t sl**p that night thinking about those big breasts the way they pressed against mine. I can still feel my breasts swell n nipples grew harder. The Next day again at tea I asked her ‘Can I ask u something really personal?’ And she laughed and said deres nothing personal between us. ‘What is bust size and wats d shape like?’ She frowned a bit and said why do u ask? I said that dey look beautiful and firm. She said yes dey are. It’s 36 and dey are round and firm. Noticing deres no one. But I guarantee that your husband, or you for that matter, will not work in any decent paying job in this town if I walk out the door right now. She paused, then reluctantly nodded. Ok. Alright. Ill do whatever you want. But if I do, you have to promise me my husband never finds out. I smiled, and took off my overcoat. Good. Lets get down to business then. First, I want to see what Ill be working with. Take off your shirt and bra. Slowly, she removed her long sleeved shirt, revealing a normal.