” “It makes me uncomfortable.” “Me too, a little, but we’ll get used to it. Okay?” I shook my head, and went back to my paper. “Don’t ...alk around like that when the shutters and drapes are open, okay?” “Okay, dad,” she said, getting a cup of juice out of the fridge. She sat down next to me and took part of the Sunday paper. I stole a glance at her. She really was a beautiful daughter. Her skin was so beautiful. She had very little breasts. Her mother had had very small breasts when she was. I moved on to washing her body as she enjoyed the feeling of the water on her body. I soaped her shoulders and back. She motioned for the razor and gently shaved her armpits. I then moved around front. My hands cautiously began washing her boobs. She closed her eyes again. I grasped one and lifted it and washed under it. She nervously bit her lip but she said nothing. I continued to the other. They were about a C cup, and very full and heavy -- ready to perform their motherly duties.I. Everyone missed Josh, but there was nothing I could do until it was time to take Shana back to her village. My only concern was to make sure that the children, especially my precocious [Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and Rachel, didn't find out that Mommy was having the cook fuck her silly every afternoon.Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and she was certainly glowing with health and her pregnancy, I could tell she seemed troubled. I asked her what was wrong, but she was reluctant. Jack unbuttoned her blouse and slowly pushed it off her shoulders. He nibbled her ear and his mouth slid down to kiss her neck. Jack raised his head to look at Ariel. He took her hand, placed it on the bulge in the front of his pants and said, "See what you do to me, baby? I want you so bad right now, and I'm trying hard not to rip those pretty clothes from you and ravish that sexy body of yours, honey." Ariel was speechless. All she could manage was a soft moan and a barely seen nod.That was.