She had been too far away to see anything else, but I knew a winner when I saw it. And her tits could definitely put every other counterpart, includin... those of my wife, into shame.I was still thinking of my daughter's boobs when I started towards the basement.I was still thinking of my daughter's boobs when I missed a step and tumbled the last few steps and crashed into the hard floor.And I was still thinking of my daughter's boobs when reflexes took over and I gave a bloody scream of pain.... One thing I had learned was that I didn’t have to remain close to the body to claim its soul. So while the remaining guards were standing around looking at the dead dragon, I ran for cover in one of the towers, so they didn’t see me absorb its soul. I used the lower entrance to town to go in after that and went into Proudspire Manor to ready myself for what would come that evening.I wore a hood and a regal looking cloak, to help hide my face. I was concerned that some people might recognize me. I certainly enjoyed having a house to myself after all the years of raising a family and two years of a divorced, out of work sister who finally found her white knight and rode off with him into the blessed sunset. But having the house to oneself meant doing all the things that were once shared-meals, dishes, laundry and house cleaning, not to mention the yard which the ex had filled with ubiquitous gardens. i.e. weeds to pull, shrubs to trim and train, flowers to divide and care for. Yes, I. Carmen was my choice and I felt very confident that she'd work out perfectly.Her first day of work, however, I immediately wondered if I'd made a mistake when I saw how Carmen dressed for work. Most people might have taken her outfit as being very mature and very professional -- very what she had on screamed "Fuck me" so loud I could hardly think of anything else. Carmen had on a black skirt that was very snug around her trim figure and she was wearing what I was sure were either dark pantyhose.