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I gathered the clothes I’d laid out on the back of the couch and handed them to her. “They might be a little big on you, but they’ll do the job....�� She smiled as she accepted them. “Are you hungry?” I asked disappearing into the kitchen to give her enough privacy to get dressed. “I’ve got some stew.” “That sounds good.” I heard her say. “How long has it been snowing?” I picked up the two bowls of hot stew I’d prepared and headed out of the kitchen. “Are you decent?” I asked before heading through. Then I hugged her to me again. An hour or so later, we lay on her bed, panting."They feel even bigger now!" If that was an attempt to get me hard again, it was about ten minutes too soon. It was also a spectacular success! She lay on her back, but rolled towards me as I tickled her tummy, just above the downy pubic hair. In that position, her breasts completely filled the space available."We ought to measure them ... measure you ... for a bra. It will save time when you go to the shop. “ Its so good to see you too Jess. ”I said hugging back. “ I can’t thank you enough for this KB.” She said kissing me on the cheek. “It’s the least I could do for my cousin.” I said walking down the stairs back toward the van. I was picking a couple of boxes when Jimmy came running to the back of the van. “ What can I take in?” he asked. “Take the lighter stuff so you won’t hurt yourself.” I said walking towards the house. After we got done putting all of Jess’s stuff in the house Missy and. She stood up and faced her still seated Daddy, her eyes glued to the floor. Daddy ordered her to strip off her clothes. She struggled inside as her mind screamed NO! and guilt filled her. She haltingly unzipped her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then she shook as her fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, letting it drift to the floor behind her. She now stood before her Daddy in her white cotton panties and her training bra, shivering in the warm kitchen from shame,fear,.

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