I don't know if Jana thought any further of our conversation, but I continuously played it back in my head.At about 7 p.m. that night Michelle went ou... on the porch by herself, and my daughter Jana and I were once again alone in the house."Dad?" she whispered softly."Yeah babe?" I responded.She looked me dead in the eyes. I saw her nervousness and then I saw her draw a deep breath."Do you want me?" she barely managed to speak.I was totally silent and frozen in time. I think that by now that we. " As she bent down her large succulent breasts were just inches from my eyes "Oh, you have nice swelling there where a woman likes to see one. You are really big here, Bobby," she continued, reaching down to massage my prick through my shorts. "This must account for your success with the girls. They see the size of that bulge and their panties start getting wet. Mine sure are. I'm going to pull down your shorts to get a better look at you. I think you will be more comfortable lying down."I. I like coffee but it is only a drink whereas tea is my fuel”.“I gather you are a tea drinker”, she said as she joined him after putting down a steaming cup and an array of biscuits. “Yes I am”, he replied. Conversation was just general but he did notice that each time she moved, physical contact was on the agenda and although he didn’t comment each time she bent over the evidence of her braless state was very obvious, her tits hung so invitingly. The chance of taking her activities any further. ‘Whoa there little lady’ he drawled in a deep Texan accent. Grace looked up to see what most women would consider gorgeous, tall, blond and blue eyed. He left Grace cold. ‘Sorry’ she breathed. ‘Name’s Taylor Smith, but most people call me Tex, nice to meet you.’ He said as he took her hand and brought it to his lips. Again most would find the gesture romantic. Grace found it down right creepy from him. Due to her job she was pretty good at reading people and he set off all her alarms. After.