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I slipped quietly into the living room to check on my wife. She was sound asleep with some form of CSI blaring on the TV set. Another grueling day of watching daytime TV had left her exhausted. I covered her with a blanket and turned the noise box off. I shook my head as I considered another lonely night alone in bed.I grabbed a beer as I headed out the back door to join my daughter and her friends by our fire pit. I'm sure they would have preferred to not have me hanging around, but I figured drinking quietly at the edges of their group was better than drinking alone.I met the whole group of them walking toward the house just as I passed the garage. My daughter saw me and bounded forward."Daddy, can you keep the fire going for us?" she asked, using her fake 'little girl' voice. "We're going down to the lake to go swimming, and we'll be back in a while."My daughter and her friends are all around twenty-five years old. She hasn't lived with us since she left for college, but they like to come sit around the fire pit in our large back yard. If she was going to ask like a teenager, I was going to answer in kind."I suppose," I answered. "Do you have a safe and sober driver?""Of course, Daddy," she happily chirped. "Don't drink all our liquor while we're gone!" she laughed.Their alcohol was probably safe. I can't remember the last time I got drunk, and the beer in my hand was the second and last that I had planned on drinking that night. I know my limits."Make sure you bring back as many bodies as you take, and keep them all breathing," I teased. She laughed, but they were already piling into a couple of cars and leaving. I stood and watched them pull away before I wandered out to check on the fire.I nearly jumped out of my skin when a voice in the dark said, "Hi Mister Megan's Daddy."It took me a moment to recognize the voice of my daughter's best friend Liv. I made the mistake once of asking her if 'Liv' was short for something. Her sarcastic reply was to ask if 'John' was short for something. So her name is Liv.It took me a moment more to see her sitting in the shadows a bit away from the fire. She was sitting about where I intended to sit, not too close to the fire, because the night was still quite warm, but close enough to enjoy the magic of sitting beside a fire."Hey, Liv," I answered. "Eat too many beans for dinner?" I teased.Her eyes glanced out toward the street, looking for her friends that were no longer there. I was actually surprised to see they had left her behind. She and my daughter have been inseparable since third grade. There are teachers who probably still think she is our adopted daughter. She spent more time at our house growing up than anywhere else, and my wife and I often stood in for her non-existent father and always-working mother."I didn't want to go," she said darkly."Did college make you forget how to swim?" I teased.She had been one of the top swimmers on her high school team. Her long and slender form used to slip through the water with ease. As warm as the night was, a quick dip in the lake would have been nicely refreshing, and I couldn't believe she didn't want to go.She was quiet for almost too long. "They can have their fun without me," she beylikdüzü escort (https://www.beylikduzuyonetim.com/) said. Her voice dropped a bit as she added, "Maybe they'll find someone else to make fun of.""Is one of the boys giving you trouble?" I asked sharply. "Give me the word and I'll break his leg." She almost smiled. "Okay," I laughed, "maybe I wouldn't, but I'll rough him up enough to make him stop.""Thank you, daddy," she answered in a little girl voice, clearly imitating my daughter. In her regular voice she asked, "Will you rough them all up?""All of them?" I asked, surprised. "What happened?"She frowned and let the silence build again. "Did they tell you where they were going?" she asked darkly."Swimming," I answered, knowing that I had the wrong answer."Tanya's parents are in Europe, so they were going to their house out on South Shore."Our community is made up of three small farming towns and a resort town by the lake. My upper-middleclass income affords us a nice house at the edge of our farming town. There are estates down by the lake that pay more in annual taxes than my house is worth.I didn't know Tanya that well, but I could imagine where her parents lived. The lake is a little darker and a little less friendly out that way. While the public beach is closed after dark, my daughter had plenty of friends that could get them into the safer private beaches nearby. I assumed that was where they were headed.I considered all that is silence. Liv decided I was waiting for more of an explanation from her."They're planning on skinny-dipping," she said."I can see why they didn't invite a dirty-old-man like me," I laughed, "but why wouldn't you want to go?"She frowned and didn't answer. When I saw she was glaring at the burning embers of the fire, I knew she wasn't going to answer."Liv, talk to me," I said gently. "What's the matter?"A single tear slid from the corner of her eye, she turned in the darkness to wipe it away."It's nothing," she said softly.She glanced at me to see if I was going to accept her answer, and another tear slid down her cheek."This isn't like that bully stealing my lunch in eighth grade," she said in a rush, "or the teacher that always gave me bad grades or the time I broke the taillight on your wife's car. This isn't something you can make better, so let it go.""But, I'm Mr. Fix-It," I said with a warm smile, as I considered all the times I had rescued her. "Talk to me, and we'll see what we can do.""Talking won't fix my boobies," she spat at me."What's wrong with your boo... ah, your breasts?" I asked, trying not to sound too shocked.I hadn't paid any more attention to her breasts than I did my daughter's. Liv had smaller breasts that matched her slender build, but they were almost B-cup sized. I wouldn't have thought they were something for her to cry over."Go ask Tommy, or Mark," she demanded sharply. "Go ask you daughter! She laughed right along with the rest of them.""What did the stupid boys say?" I asked just as sharply. The boys were going to get a kick in the ass, and as soon as I could figure out a way to make it stick, my daughter was going to be grounded.Liv's eyes were glassy with tears as she said, "I have mutant titties.""Mutant?" bahcesehir escort bayan (https://www.asbahcesehir.com/) I repeated. I couldn't even imagine what that meant.Liv stared at me in silence for a moment, and then said, "It's true."I considered for a moment, and then said, "Liv, you are, and have always been, a beautiful young woman. If some stupid boy thinks there is something wrong with your smaller breasts, then he isn't worthy of your time. You are beautiful, and your breasts are part of you, so I'm sure they are beautiful too.""They're made wrong and I'm a mutant," she cried. Jumping to her feet, she cried out, "Look!"She thrashed her way out of the light shirt she was wearing, and the reached behind to unhook her cute bra. I jumped to my feet to stop her, but the bra went flying off into the grass to join her shirt. Her eyes hardened at the look on my face."See," she wailed, "even a... a... dirty old man is horrified!"Tears exploded from her eyes, and she started to crumple to the ground, dangerously close to the camp fire. I quickly caught her and pulled her into my arms. She buried her face in my shirt as she cried.I have a bum knee and the way I had planted my foot and the way she was leaning into me was putting a lot of twist into that knee. I needed to shift our weight, or I was going to be hurting for weeks.I tried to take a step back, but my chair caught the back of my leg. We managed to do a controlled fall as I sat my butt in the chair. Liv turned and ended up with her legs across my lap with her head still on my shoulder. I struggled to ignore how warm and soft and inviting her skin felt as I gently stroked her back and held her."Liv, I'm sorry," I said softly. "That look was the look of a man who realized he was about to be caught alone with a half-naked woman half his age in his back yard.""Nice try," she sighed. "Hold me and we'll pretend you didn't see how weird they are."I thought about it for half a second. Maybe I'm not as much of a dirty old man as I pretend to be, but somehow I never actually looked."Actually, I very was worried about us being caught, so I didn't really look. You know, if the neighbor's son came home just now, his headlights would shine right back here, and he would run and tell his mother."As I was speaking, she sniffled and wiped her eyes. As I finished, she took a deep breath, and then sat up straight as she said one word."Mutant."Her eyes watched mine. It was futile to resist, and my eyes flared at the sight of her breasts. I had been wrong in my estimation of her size. Her actual breasts were barely above A-cup size. Each was capped with a puffy areola that nearly matched the size of her breast. As the warm breeze blew across them, the outer ring of the areola pinched in a bit behind the nipple, almost creating a ball of flesh with a cute nipple on the front, standing out from her breast. My mouth started to water."Well?" she asked quietly.I had to swallow. "Liv, tell you friends to shut the fuck up. You are beautiful. I have never personally seen puffies as well defined as these. How sensitive are they? I read somewhere that..."I had to stumble to a stop. I wanted her to tell me they were sensitive. I wanted her escort bayan beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuescord.com/) to tell me to feel them. I wanted her to beg me to taste and lick and bite and tease and make her beg for more.She was practically my daughter. I needed to convince her that she was beautiful, and then I needed her to get dressed. Realistically, I needed her to get dressed first!"What are puffies?" she asked innocently.Her eyes had to have seen the desire and intent in mine. The flare that lit up her eyes was far from innocent."Google it," I rasped out as I struggled for control. With a laugh, I added, "Use one of the boys' computers to do it. Maybe he'll learn a thing or two from all the pop-ups he gets after that!"She smiled at my suggestion. "What did you read?" she asked, not sounding innocent at all.I knew I shouldn't answer."I think I read that the nerves in puffy nipples are closer to the surface, making them more sensitive. Some women use a technique call 'cupping' to simulate the same result. Somebody might have made that up for a story, so it could just be wishful thinking on my part."She smiled as she watched my eyes move back and forth between her breasts and her face."I don't know if they're sensitive or not," she laughed. "I knew they were different than other girls, and I've never let anyone touch them. I even kept my bra on when I lost my virginity. But, I remember that when we first started getting boobs, your daughter and I used to try to pinch each other. I remember that mine were definitely more sensitive than hers."At the reminder of who she was, I resolved to behave myself.Although I couldn't stop my eyes from returning to her breasts with every other word, I said, "Liv, please trust me when I say you are beautiful. Yes, you are different, but you are still beautiful. At the same time, you should probably cover your beautiful body before we get caught."The way she licked her lips betrayed that she was as hungry as I was."I guess I should," she demurred. She took a deep breath that lifted her chest. "Are you sure you don't want to test your theory?"She held her breath as she waited for me to say yes. I held my breath as I struggled to form a sentence to tell her no."I don't think I would be able to stop after just a simple test," I suggested.The way she let out her breath and smiled was easily as enticing as her lifted breasts had been. At the same time, she slid a hand down between us and pressed it into the crevice between my leg and my hip."I'm not sure I believe you," she said breathily. "Your eyes say you are in lust, but I don't feel..."As she was speaking, I caught her hand and pulled it to where my hardness was trapped against my body and away from hers. She gasped as her fingers folded around the outline she felt."Daddy, please," she gasped as her body arched. She pulled my head to her breast, and I struggled to keep from aggressively devouring her. She moaned as I planted biting kisses down her breast toward her nipple. At the same time, her hands raced to my belt, and then suddenly her hot fingers were wrapping around the bare flesh of my cock.I groaned and then sucked her entire breast into my mouth. I let my teeth scrape as I drew back. As the edges of my teeth slid onto her nipple, she suddenly cried out and pushed my head away."Daddy, stop, wait," she cried out. Her hand slid back down into my pants as she sat and panted.I took a moment to catch my breath as she trembled and stroked my shaft."I don't think you should call me 'Daddy' like that," I murmured.