I tried to get up and get her towel, and Chelsea, coming down from her glow asked me another question. “Daddy, do you masturbate after you watch me ...um?” I almost lied, but then realized that it would do no good. She knew the truth, and I had always been truthful to her.“Yes, sweetheart; I can’t help it because you turn me on so much watching you do it I have to relieve myself.”She got a huge smile on her face and told me she was glad. She knew I missed mom, and now she understood part of what. He is in class 8 and I’m in 12th at school I’m famous amongst boys for waht reasons? My breast size I think sabhi ki nazar wahi rehati hai but I’m a clean girl or maybe I can say was clean and never had a boyfriend and never did those crazy things which girls usually do as a silent girl but what to do.Ye age hi aisi hai ke no one remains clean every boy in my school eyed me and there were many beautiful girls but my breast size seemed to be an extra beauty feature which attracted the boys. I had stolen looks at her when she was dressing, and I had often masturbated, thinking about her. I always felt guilty after, but that was likely the result of Catholic school upbringing.I walked in the door, threw my keys on the table, headed to the closet and grabbed a towel. Normally, mom would be upstairs, and I would use the tub on the first floor. Assuming she was watching tv, her usual routine, I undressed in the laundry room and threw my sweaty clothes in the hamper. I wrapped the towel. And this ... and oh hell, even this..." Cleo piled my arms high with clothes. "but first! a new bra."What do you know? She was right. A new correctly fitting bra didn't make my boobs look fat and squished and over flowing, but made them look plump and ripe and heavy. With the boobs in the correct place the tummy no longer looked like it was protruding out but just a bit curved, just a bit. The hips had widened that's true, but instead of making me look fat in squished on jeans, I looked rounded.