.."I reached into my pocket for my wallet and pulled out a business card. Handing it to her, I said, "This is me. That cell number is good around the ...lock. If you're up for a field trip, let me know. I can give you the tour at the plant."Her eyes twinkled. "Wow! Thanks!" Her eyes went to an eight-year-old blonde girl approaching. "Oh, that's one of mine," she said. "I guess playtime's over."The little girl whined, "Mizz Nina, I'm HUNGRY..." Okay, Haley," said Nina. "Go get your brother and. Sorry." No problem," I said with a laugh. I untied my bikini top, cupping my breasts in my hands before squeezing my nipples with my thumbs and index fingers."Beautiful," Sara gushed while staring at my breasts. She stripped off her shorts, dragging her panties off at the same time."Thanks, but when it comes to titties, Sara, you make me look like a boy. Hmm, I bet Dad just loves your breasts. He prefers large breasts on a woman, also what he calls womanly hips. You're his ideal." I know. This. She opened the door as he adjusted the buttons on the front of his dress shirt. He was a handsome man, with a messy brown mop of hair on the top of his head (obviously the black hair came from their mother) and a boyish face. He was somewhat short at only 61 but it didnt bother him. He raised the two girls by himself, since their mother had divorced him and run off with another man, but she never saw anger touch his features. He was always smiling or neutral. After all these years, she honestly. Maybe side is the wrong word, as it implies that they made a cohesive whole, instead of the stitched up mess they were seeing. They looked down and watched as the sides flipped, resulting in a pair of large breasts obstructing the view on one end and muscles being revealed by rather tight clothing on the other.“Is that me?” They spoke in unison. “What... the... stop talking when I talk!” They took an agitated breath, before making a series of odd mouth movements before figuring how to divide.