Playing House
“Daddy! My tits are getting big.” Nichole flops on the couch near where her father sits. “Nikki language!” Her father protests. “Sorry dad.” The eighteen year old says in exasperation. “Breasts.” Shifting uncomfortably in his big leather chair, “That’s great honey. I’m not sure why you’re telling me.” Quinn says, looking at his daughter’s growing chest. It was true though, he noticed. His little princess wasn’t so little anymore. She reminded him of a younger version of his wife. Long curly...