Fergusson's plump hands fluttering like small birds over her firmly curving abdomen and waist. The woman slid the strapless gown over her head and she...shivered as the plump widow abruptly undid her bra before Betty could lift the front of her dress to cover herself. Her large, melon-like breasts swayed out and reflected back in the old fashioned mirror, their tiny bud-like nipples in the center of the wide pink aureoles stiffening from the sudden naked contact with the air. The widow's eyes. Dale protested again as she tried coaxing him out of bed andas she became more forceful and began pulling him by the arm he began towhimper and sob begging to be allowed to stay upstairs until breakfast wasover and everyone was back outside at work. "I...I'll still do the housework for you, dress just like you say but I, Ica...can't go down there when everybody's there!" he sobbed. "Yes you can and yes you will. You'll do as your told young lady," Mrs.Foster said as a matter of fact. "I. They're not as "perfect" as those magazines would have you believe, but I wouldn't trade them for anything ... Certainly not some trophy wife who only eats rice cakes and celery!My other baby is where Candy was about four years ago. She doesn't have a name yet, but she's lean and mean. I stripped her down to the frame and have been restoring the 1970 Chevelle convertible to better-than-original condition. She's also red, but has black racing stripes and I'm fitting her out with polished chrome. Ellen confirmed his suspicions. "Sophia..." she took a deep breath..."this is your father." My... father?" Sophia managed to squeak out. Brian Daniels looked up at his daughter."Hello, Sophia. You certainly have grown into a beautiful young woman." You... are my... father?" Yes, I am." Brian replied.Warren had had his hand on Sophia's shoulder, as reassurance. Suddenly, he felt that shoulder go to steel. He almost withdrew his hand, but Sophia grabbed it and put it back."How can you be my.