”She was startled at the effort but soon agreed it would be just the thing, moaning that she didn’t have clean clothes. I just grinned and told he... we’d find something for her to get comfortable in. I closed the door and was soon rewarded with the sound of her singing along to the music.Her assistant manager was a good chef in her own right, and I had bribed her into getting Sandy’s sizes and doing a little shopping. A trip to Victoria’s Secret netted a couple of really nice gowns, two teddies,. There was just a little wiggle as she took off her top, and settled back against me. I could see her reflection in the glass door in front of us and I just stared at the size of her magnificent tits. Out of her vest they settled ever so slightly and looked heavy and full. They were so big that they came out sideways from her chest and she squeezed them together every time she moved her arms. “Come on!” she piped and wiggled her bum on me, “You’ve seen breasts before” ‘Yeah but not like this’ I. I had to change the subject so I could think about how crazy this actually was. "Let’s go hang some artwork I bought, we can talk about this later." Was I sweating? "Yes daddy" Sonya hugged me again and we went to the living room to hang the pictures. I loved watching her walking in front of me, her ass swaying from side to side. Was she doing this on purpose? Suddenly everything I noticed about her was sexy. I handed Sonya a poster sized picture frame with a Picasso print in it and told her. I’d seen plenty of girls like her, and country girls weren’t usually my type, but, well…I just couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell if it was an air of mystery or just that she was always kind to whomever she was around, but I always seemed to come back to writing about her. I had just finished a short poem about her when I heard a knock on the door. A glance through my peephole revealed Cassidy standing there. I bashfully opened the door and muscled a ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi,’ she said with a smile, ‘can I.