“Long,” he groaned. “Lots of meetings. Idiots fucked up the project and they needed Daddy to rescue their asses.”I smiled as I pulled off his ...oafer then the other. I set them aside before pulling off his dress socks and exposing his large feet. His toes were so thick. I grabbed his right foot and began massaging it. Mom had talked to me about it before.“You need to dig your thumbs into his soles,” she had said a few weeks ago as she massaged Daddy’s foot. It was a rare time were I wasn’t. Her breathing was heavy and she began to moan slightly. She definitely wanted it as bad as she claimed in her diary.As I continued kissing her neck I unclasped her bra with my right hand and vigorously took her shirt and bra of over her head. Her tits were unbelievable, so large and soft, with perfect pink nipples that were fully erect. I’d guess she was about a 34D, and they hung the perfect amount. I wasted no time caressing them and sucking on her nipples. I licked up her neck and began. She could tell the anger was just a mask hiding a dark secret; a mask so worn-out that he had long forgotten he'd put it on and was since long convinced it naturally belonged to his persona.“Honey, please,” she began, waiting until his erratic gaze zeroed on her eyes but his lips remained silent. “I know you don't want to hear this,” she continued, voice heavy with tears, “but he's our son and he'll always be, no matter what. He's still the same person you raised and loved and he loves you too. We'll be able to jump a lot more often, once that's been done." That will just make things worse, if we can't eliminate those metal flecks." She shook her head tiredly, then looked up from her console. "You're right, of course. That's an important point to consider. I thought you were asleep." I was, almost. I was also studying Skryben's memories, what there are of them. She has a complete file of images relating to her childhood. Snapshots, you might call them. They show just how she grew. I.