." Terri. Our proto-daughter. Lovely."Uncle Jason, that new Pixar movie's out." She smiles. Like I DON'T know. I have a love of animation. "So when yo... gonna take us?"Trooping into the movie theater with Terri and Rachel and my giggly wife in tow legitimizes my appearance. I remember sitting by myself, pre-Susan, pre-Terri, and feeling eyes on me like 'Let's keep an eye on that guy. He might be one a'them predators.' Watching those two giggle at the screen masks my own glee, a subject of. "That was my plan, I had taken your change of address card when I lefthome. But as I was nearly sixteen and given the accusations that had beenmade of you, I decided to wait until I was eighteen and responsible formyself." "But why today, you are now 24," I said, having made a quick calculationin my head."Because, Daddy, I am getting married," she beamed, showing me herengagement ring. I was so absorbed in seeing my daughter all grown up Ihadn't noticed."That's wonderful," I said tearfully,. Mister Sim doesn’t know how it works, either, but he and Doctor Stanton are trying to understand.”“That’s what the meeting’s for, anyway, Dad.” My Terri, uncharacteristically uncomfortable that she’s NOT in control.I’m thinking about the happy little Bot-bot that started all this, was still as likely to elicit an ‘Awwww! Cuuuute!’ as a ‘Wow! He can do THAT?!?’ and his evil (well, not EVIL evil, but certainly quite businesslike and militarized) Z-bot, and the Bot-bot that patrolled the back yard. Once I was ready I stood up and told them both to look at me. I took my towel off and my 44 double d’s bounced slightly as I took the towel away. They were both staring at my big wide tits and I put my arms behind my head and just swayed them slightly left to right as I wanted to let them see how the nipples grew when young men stared at them. I then ordered them to hold a tit each and one of them to suck a nipple and the other one to lick a nipple. I was in such pleasure it was delightful..