"Daddy, what's the matter?" Nothing, it's just that you have the same magnificent tits as your Mother." Really?"She was now beaming with pride."From t...e look on your face I thought you didn't like them."I blurted out, "I do, I like them a lot."That made her giggle, but I felt my face redden at my inappropriate remark. She then shuddered in an exaggerated manner."Daddy I am getting cold, get me ready for bed."I quickly reached for the nightie, but she shook her head."Take my knickers off. The rest of the evening was routinely domestic. Hannah, while I was gone, had talked to Harper some more and they had negotiated some ground rules about Harper being allowed to find out what it was like to sleep in a bed with someone else. She was looking forward to that enough that it gave her the ability to be sanguine about it. And patient.The actual ‘assemblage’ of participants for the night’s activities was a little less well-ordered. That’s not surprising, at least to me. After all, only. Never can tell what happens in the movie popcorn line."Georgia gaped at me and Lilith giggled."You are under the influence of that elixir," Lilith warned."Noted, ma'am," I acknowledged. "Hazel? Your eyes are hazel?" I'm trying to cure him of fixation on the Playboy-Barbie stereotype," Lilith's observation confused me. Was that 1959 Barbie, based closely on Bild Lili, or was that 2003 Barbie? Speaking of Barbie, was that Barbie Benton—a decided change from either Marilyn Monroe or Bettie Page—or. Sophie frowned. Her boyfriend was a terrible bluffer, but she believed he was holding a decent hand. He just kept getting lucky tonight."Raise," Emily smiled, cheerfully tossing in another ten buck chip. She was a bubbly little blonde, all smiles and pearly whites. Sophie had known her since middle school—before her tits had popped out of nowhere one summer and packs of drooling boys had started worshipping the ground she flounced across. Still, she was a sweetheart.Sophie had been a later.