Her shoulders were stout, but not hefty. Herbreasts, well her breasts were something special, large, round, and firm; notthe mushy soft globs that man... large breasted women have, but firm and tightlike an over filled water balloon… and natural. Sandy's nipples wereas big as a man's ring finger, hard when aroused standing almost three quartersof an inch tall. Her areolas were dark, pronounced adding wonderful definitionby contrast to her nearly perfectly shaped breasts. She had learned pubic. "This is true," Karen said sympathetically. "Stanley?"The girl nodded, short bowl©cut hair swaying as she did. She caught another sob and rested her head on her mother's shoulder, the soft terry robe absorbing her tears. She waited for Karen to say 'I told you so,' but it didn't come."He dropped me for a blonde," she said, trying to laugh away the hurt. It didn't work.Karen let the girl -- a young woman, but still her daughter -- tell the story in her own time. It turns out that Shana was. I got into the car with my wife and we drove away. After a few minutes, I realized she was talking to me."Cam, have you heard anything I've just said? I asked you a couple of questions and got no response!"I apologized and lied that I was deep in thought about a work issue.A couple of days later, my wife left for an overnight visit with her mother. I hadn't seen Julie since she dropped the bombshell. I was still feeling some uneasiness that either Randy or my wife or both were going to find out. But that was many years ago."There was something just a little strange in this. They're getting off on seeing me in my underwear and now they're telling me about watching their daughter in her underwear? Hm."It looks like you have a wet spot honey. Are you getting excited? Is that why your cunt is lubricating?"I wasn't used to that kind of language and coming from a woman old enough to be my grandmother, it was weird."Yes, I am but I want you to get naked." Soon, sweetheart. But first come.