Not boobs, but Boobs with a Capital “D” – finally, as far as I was concerned. But it wasn’t something we discussed, so she looked to discuss i... right then and there.“Dad, what the fuck?” was how that discussion started, not long after the front of her dress was destroyed by her bodacious growth.“You look amazing, sweetheart,” I said as carefully as I dared.“I look like a bimbo,” she complained, hefting her new puppies. “But a really hot bimbo...”“Got that right.”“Better to suck, right?”“Oh,. "I am a detective sergeant and your son and another friend of my boss has put up a reward to help us catch a rapist. We will be meeting quite a bit to discuss this. But if you must know, I like your son and he likes me so we will see how things develop. We are from totally different backgrounds and I don't know if I can fit into his or if he will accept where I come from and be able to fit into mine."Matty, gave a snort, "It doesn't matter a damn where you come from my girl, if the man is right. It’s just that while I was doing it, I noticed you all seemed to be wearing the same shape of underwear, I wondered if your bra and panties set were part of the standard uniform?”She looked down seductively, and twisted her ass around a little for me to look at side-long, “So you weren’t looking at my ass then?”Well, things had already gotten beyond embarrassing, so I decided to be frank, “Oh, fuck yes, it’s like a peach; I can’t even tell you the things I’d like to do to it.”I licked my lips. Ronni DIDN'T leave while she was there. She stayed beside me, little touches showing I was HER possession. Sandra was happily married, but Ronni didn't know that until after Sandra left."You work with HER?" Ronni asked. She was trying to hide her concern."Yep. She's our administrator." I smiled."Did you ever ... you an' her..." Sandra? No, baby." 'Cuz she's fat?" Nope. Fat has nothing to do with it. She's married. And she never acted the least bit interested, and after what I went through when.