" Really?" Oh yeah! They're that good." I don't feel too weird. It's OK I guess." Can we try one more thing?" Before giving her hesitant teen daughter...time to object, Debbie issued her instruction. "Pull the straps of your bra off your shoulders, like your bikini was almost knocked off as you dived into a pool." Meagan did as she was asked, deepening her already ample cleavage and revealing the full curves of her upper chest. Even though her daughter's breasts had lost the support of two thick. " Thank me Monday if you survive."I have to admit, it was touch and go there for a while. An hour after we left Pelicans we wound up in her Beachfront condo. I was looking out of the plate glass window at the surf rolling up on Atlantic Beach when I saw her in the glass padding up behind me. She had shed her clothes, her heavy breasts bouncing with each step, and she balanced two snifters filled with a dark liquid."I feel kind of overdressed," I said without turning to her."That's easy to take. Petersen was staying in a convalescent home next to the river Thames. It was an idyllic place, converted from a Victorian mansion within extensive grounds, mostly laid to lawns running down to the picturesque river. It was a bitterly cold morning with a ground frost that persisted in the shade despite the bright sun that kept low in a cloudless deep blue sky. When we arrived we were informed by the reception that our quarry was resting in the sunroom and we were asked if would we like tea. She wasn't really a very good swimmer but she managed to do a dog paddle and move about. Nearing the edge of the pool she held on to it. Angela considered getting out of the pool and making a run for. Holding onto the side she was about to haul herself out when a voice stopped her dead on her tracks."Don't even think about it you little slut," said Debbie snidely. Angela turned around fearfully and remembered the hard spanking she had received from the big made girl. Her ass still stung a bit.