That would be crazy! But it wasn't much crazier than having a magic door connecting our bedrooms, was it? Part of me wondered if I hadn't gone crazy. ...ike maybe I was in a rubber room someplace, drooling and giggling and imagining all this stuff. I hoped not and I didn't really think I was, but if someone had ever tried to tell me about all this? I'd have figured they were nuts!So I sat on my bed, listening to some music through my earphones and making up my pussy really nice. I felt a little. The purity of innocence of those blue/gray eyes, her father's eyes, and the smile, her mother's smile, finished Joseph's heartbreak Natty had begun. As Devi blinked her way to sleep, Joseph began to cry. Natty led him back into his bed where they spent the rest of the night continuing their slow lovemaking, each only climaxing one more time before the light of day slipped into his basement room and birds began chirping and it was time to clean and dress and haul his duffel bag to the bus. It was similar to when she was in labor. Sure, she was giving birth to boobs, but I felt like being there was important.When she came out, there was a very noticeable change. She didn’t go for anything gargantuan, she had picked boobs appropriate to a person of her height. There was no way I couldn’t notice, but that was not the time to ogle. We had both read the literature about what to expect, so I wasn’t horny and am absolutely certain she wasn’t. What I did was took her home and let her. She paused."Dad, I'm never going to find anyone as nice as you"I looked at her curiously. I think my daughter is extremely intelligent, but sometimes I wonder if she has eyes. "Maybe someone a couple of years younger than someone of my age, sweetie. I'm not having you bringing any real men home" You mean not old men then"I paused. "Hey, who are you calling old?" I grabbed her and began to tickle her. She laughed involuntarily. "Dad, stop it!" she yelled, laughing. I stopped after she tried to.