She was standing in her back garden in bikini bottoms with a long sleeve shirt that was fully unbuttoned. She wore no bikini top. She was playing badm...nton with her husband and every time she moved, her shirt would open exposing her magnificent tits. They were a great size with large dark nipples that were obviously responding to the open air. I stood there open mouthed as Joan’s wonderful breasts bounced and swayed no more than 15 yards away. I began to sweat; my mouth was dry, and the. "Exactly that. They're blaming me for what happened to Nancy." Liz lit a cigarette. "At least some people are, and one of them is Clete Anderson." Why, how can he blame you, Liz? You had nothing to do with it."Liz took two drags on her cigarette. "Not directly, no. But- "Desirée looked at her friend, waiting for the answer to the mystery in the truncated sentence. "Come on, Liz. Tell me what you mean-"Liz laughed bitterly. "Clete and I, you know, we used to be real close. You know that.. . ummm, I guess you can come in, Daddy,” Honey replied, her voice still a bit sheepish despite her father’s reassurances. Smiling and opening the door, Henry walked into his daughter’s bedroom and chuckled to himself at the sight before him. Honey lay on her bed, her thick legs hastily crossed underneath her red and white cheerleader skirt, the matching top (along with her red thong panties) casually discarded on the floor. Henry moved his eyes up past her padded tummy and up to her J-sized. The heavy soaking had not only turned the loose fitting blouse she wore into one that hugged the contours of her body, but had also rendered it practically translucent. Clearly visible were the outlines of her breasts, the small, pert nipples of which poked out against the wet material. With tiny breasts that had held firm over the years, Lynn often went without a bra, especially during the warmer months, when doing so felt a lot more comfortable. She’d never had a problem with in until now.Her.