"Why, Dad? Why doesn't she love you anymore?" I don't know, Matt. I really don't know. You'll have to ask her."With that, he jumped off the sofa and r...n upstairs. I stayed where I was, curious about what would take place in the kitchen. The answer wasn't long in coming. I could hear Matt's raised voice, then, surprisingly, Jessica's as well. Both of them were yelling at their mother. I almost smiled in satisfaction, but knew I was going to have to intervene. I got up slowly and walked upstairs. Just to give the water a little color. As I got older, and for special occasions, I could have half a glass of undiluted wine if I wanted it. What were your holiday traditions growing up? ‘We always had creamed cod over mashed potatoes that were swimming in butter on Christmas Eve. We always had leg of lamb for Christmas Day. Easter was always ham, but Mom would cook lamb chops for my Dad. Dad always insisted on lamb for these two holidays. When I turned nine and started working on the farm, I. For some time I watched TV and I was getting sleepy by this time vinu completed her work and came to the front room where I was sitting and she sat beside me on the sofa. When she saw me yawn she told me to lie in her lap. As there was nothing wrong and I slept in her lap often I lied on her lap. After few minutes she places her hand on my fore head and planted a kiss on my cheek. I looked her and asked what happened? She told me nothing she felt like that and gave me a kiss. I said ok then she. She was only wearing a white top and some jeans, the top had gone see-through by now but luckily she was wearing a bra. Sandra noticed her dad looking at her breasts, because they were small she didn't think anyone wanted to look at them let alone her dad. She put it to the back of her mind and went and changed. When she came back down it was dinner time, so her and her parents went and sat at the table. "Your looking good tonight." said her dad. "Do you like what i'm wearing?" She was wearing.