Maisy had huge breasts, restricted, or at least it was doing its best, by a sports bra and Rosie, smaller up top but bra-less. I could see her nipples...pointing through her vest from here! Both looked up, smiled their huge white smiles and waved at me. Rosie had her curly black hair tied back in a kind of bun. She had the same high cheek bones and huge eyes of her mother and also those luscious lips. Slightly smaller and slimmer than her mom but she looked lean and fit as a fiddle. Back to. .......Yes! Now get thehell out of here so we can get dressed," I said smiling. I threw awashcloth at him, as he went running and yelling happily from thebathroom, through the house. Gwen added, "That was cruel adopted daughter of mine, very cruel. Butthat's okay I do the same to his father, he'll get over it." And whom do you think I learned it from? I learned it from everyfemale, not as a controlling device but to tease them," I said smilingas we left the tub, dried off and powdered each. Not with those heavy-duty knockers.And they would have likely limited her success as a long jumper, or a sprinter, or a pole-vaulter as well. Pairs figure-skating? Forget it -- unless Governor Arnold wanted to partner-up with her.But weren't there female shot-putters? And hammer-throwers? I seemed to remember seeing photographs of East German and other steroid-injecting Soviet Bloc babes shooting (shot-ing?) those, uhh -- puts (?), and throwing heavy hammers around.Well, my Tess could do that. . you hold them for me."Ramon frowned. "What do you mean? Of course, you should wear them." No, I-I should not, not now."He put the box inside his jacket. "Very well. I will take them back tothe store for now, and we can lock them up at home tonight." He spokeslowly, his tone alerting Maggie that she had made some sort of mistake."And perhaps _someday_, you will find the right, the special occasionwhen you _can_ wear them."He took her arm and walked her back to the Saloon, never saying.