"Me," Frances squealed, "I'm not goin' anyplace." Cap'n's waitin' f'you downstairs, ma'm," said the young Redcoat, smiling as the woman scrambled out ...f bed and pulled on her light robe to an appreciative audience. I sat and looked for my boots while she tied her garment around her and hurried through the door, pushing the riflemen aside, her hair a mess, her chin thrust out. They both smiled as she passed. They nudged each other.When we got down to the front hall, Frances stood facing a. She was wearing a long white tanktop and nothing else. Her nipples were hard. I pulled her shirt up so her tits were exposed. I gently squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and fore fingers, she let out a little moan . Harder Daddy! Squeeze them harder, I squeezed so hard she let out a yelp. Let me kiss them now and make them feel better. I took turns gently sucking and licking her nips, while squeezing her beautiful tits. Your tits are so much nicer han your moms I told her. I laid her on her. Peeking through the crack in the door, she has a clear view of the hall and she doesn’t know whether what she sees shocks her or not. There is Candace, her breasts exposed to her son. Lewis seems to be admiring them and Joyce has to admit that, although they are small than her own round, firm breasts, Candace’s are still perfectly formed with nipples that seem to beg to be sucked. While staring at her young niece’s body, Joyce’s hands seem to find their way to her own breasts. She has not even. She moved back in shortly after the funeral. Selling the house was never an option.Beth was never choosy about the men she dated, but when it came to a father for her future kids, no one seemed to measure up. Hard to compete with the ghost of the perfect dad.As a result of wanting but not ever having kids, Beth found herself twice divorced. She thought they were both dad material when she married them, but they soon fell off the list for one reason or another. Once they were off the list, the.