" She said as she came in.She quickly hung up my clothes over the bath then put on the bathroom heater, I noticed that she had changed her dress; the ...ne she now wore was short and had a plunging neckline that showed off one hell of a cleavage. Even if I was her father I enjoyed the sight of her with mixed pride and a touch of arousal, wrong of me maybe, but it had always been like that. Even at thirty my little girl was worth more than a second glance, especially her large 38-inch breasts. If. .Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over the. Follow me, Betty," she said to my still distraught mother, and she wiggled her way through the crowd, through the kitchen, and out to her car. My mom and Martha Jane followed, with Uncle Johnny almost casually in the rear, hat in hand. The last I heard from the others, they were still screaming at each other in my living room about who was going in who's car... At St. Joseph's I was cleaned, poked, wrapped, injected, xray'd, gowned and wheeled up to a bed with a window overlooking the project a. I remember when she readme bedtime stories and tucked me in bed. She would always smile and sayI was sweet.?Then we have my Dad. He was always trying to teach me sport. He used tocome home with toys that all boys would love to have. You know, likeracecar sets and football game and playstation 2. I would jump up anddown when I seen them, but it always ended that Dad played the gamemore than I did and I would play with My sister. Her toys were far morefun and she didn't mind if I used them. In.