I reached back and undid the hooks. I allowed him to slip the bra straps off my shoulders. As he did so I watched his eyes grow big at the view of m... titties. I had the thought that if his sister had been like me, he would have had a very different life. Fearing he was likely to stare at my titties for the rest of the evening, I placed my hands on his head and drew his face to them. Soon he was sucking like a hungry puppy. I remembered back to when this alone would get me off. It still. I stomped back over to the door.“I pissed everywhere and injured myself. Bring on the security!” I yelled. I counted to thirty and then back to zero. I think I stumbled over a couple numbers: seventeen sixteen fifteen sixteen fifteen fourteen, but I was pretty good at it. “Shit? Am I going to have to slit my wrists?”There was a big razor of glass just waiting for me. I chose not to. I didn’t know if evil me thought it was better for me to die than it was for him to see his kids again. My,. Would like to think I know a LITTLE more than that," dad mumbled,earning a giggle from Ophelia as the three of us headed back to his car."I know we're far from done for today, for starters!" Umm... Why, exactly?" I asked."Because you need an expansion to the selection inside your wardrobe,"Ophelia explained, making me roll my eyes."You two had a good chat while I was talking to the doctor, then?" Iasked."With me doing most of the talking, obviously," dad said, making Opheliaroll her eyes at his. ” , she said.I was stunned by the reply. Suddenly I became confused as what to do next. She sensed my confusion and beckoned to me while sitting on the other chair. I moved to her.“Sit down near my feet,” she commanded…”My feet are aching, press them”.My mouth was dry as I removed her slippers. Slowly I started massaging her feet. She relaxed and closed her eyes. Her knees were slightly apart. I moved my hands to massage her calves…Oh God her calves were wheatish and full…I put her feet on my.