“Pete, did you really dress like this at home” Linda asked.I was in my most faded boot cut jeans, with my black square-toed cowboy boots – compl...te with spurs and jingle bobs ... As well as a long sleeved white-blue-black plaid pearl button shirt, bolo tie, black leather vest, and my dress black Stetson.I laughed and said “Naw, just a couple of times a year for rodeos and fairs. Heck, I’m not even a good horseback rider. At events we tend to dress up like this because it impresses the tourists.. I pulled my shirt down and started to blush. He smiled and I turned away. He walked towards me and said I didn't have to cover up he likes what he sees. I started to get nervous. I had never really did anything like this before. But I took a deep breathe and asked him why. He said because he loves breasts and mine are huge. 52DDD to be exact! He walked up behind me and rubbed my back, ran his hands down to my butt and around to my stomach, up to my breasts. I felt my legs get weak and all the. I think it’s mainly my fault for not being more open with you. While you were growing up, I was just a grumpy old mutherfucker, pardon my French. I really was. I was selfish and I didn’t feel comfortable talking to you about sex because my old man never talked to me about it. I just thought, ‘I’ll just creep him out. He’ll be OK talking with his friends about girls and stuff.’“Looking back, do you wish Grampa Jack had talked with you about it?” I inquired.As Dad twisted the top off the beer. . It felt nice… my face squashed between her perfect breasts… her knee between my legs….i was sooo turned on to my utter surprise…in spite of the extricating pain I felt…. I felt my self so close to cum…to my humiliation…and what made matters worse… is that she felt it… she felt I was turned on still… no even more… I guess the voices I made at that moment were not only out of pain.… but a mix of pain and pleasure…. Somehow this made her angry even more I guess… cause I heard her say…."ohhhh.