It’s unfair of you to dangle that sexy ass in front of me first thing in the morning, without any intention to put out.”Carter looked down. Oh, sh...t, he was naked.“And weren’t you supposed to be somewhere early?”Oh, yeah. Damn, what was he going to do right now? Swallow the disgusting mush in his mouth? No way, he was squeamish. He just went for the trash can, opened it, and spat.“Well, it’s not working,” he glared at Aron who was still looking at him like he was a lunatic.“How can you tell?”. You lift my dress off me, and I am now on your lap with only my diaper on. You fondle my breasts and nipples until they are hard. You so want to suck them, but you will save that for bedtime.You carry me to the kitchen and sit me on a chair as you open the one suitcase to take out a filled bottle. Daddy tells me to sit still for just a minute, and you hurriedly take the suitcases, one to my bedroom, the other to the extra room.Back you carry me to the couch and lay me on your lap and lift the. “Breed me, huh?”I winked at her as she pulled off the t-shirt she wore.Her large breasts were held in a gray sports bra. Something comfortable to wear around the house. I smiled at the sight of those big breasts jiggling in the elastic underwear. She set her shirt on the porch swing after carefully folding it.That amused me.Then she pulled up her sports bra and those lush tits spilled out. They were big and soft, just such wonderful boobs. A mother's pair of tits. They swayed back and forth as. DISQUALIFICATION ROUNDRound,They hang and floatPastManly gazes and womanly ways,BeggingTo be squeezed, ogled, left alone;They changeTheir minds or change the minds of menWho seeThem and stare, formulatingA hundred reasons and a thousand waysFor their display.I myself, who love breasts best(after feminine buttocks),Have had to impose limits,SeekingOnly breasts that hang and float--At least for today.Tomorrow I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski.