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I said “that there are two options but only provided you are comfortable with it”. She curiously asked “what are they papa”? I replied softly “first is that someone helps you to use the pump, second is that someone directly drinks your milk”.
I was careful with my choice of words use “someone” instead of myself even thought that was the plan. Anjali was aghast listening to this and thought for a moment. In a very serious tone she said “papa you also know that both these options are impossible”.
I helplessly nodded okay because I didn’t want to argue with her especially on this. Then I switched back to talking about her boobs again. She blushed and said “I think you love big boobs papa”.
I took a daring chance and said “I am only imagining so far, how I wish I could see them for real”. Now breathing harder she said “I think you are really obsessed with big boobs papa”.
I excitedly said “yes. I am very obsessed with your big boobs Anjali. Can I see them once.. please”? She raised her hands to tie her hair into a bun when my gaze fell on her big tits clad in the t-shirt.
In this position her veil slipped from her shoulders and dropped on her lap and she did not bother to cover up again. I was treated to the best sight ever of her big perfect round tits jutting out thru her t-shirt.
There was no doubt that she was not wearing a bra because her puffy erect nipples were clearly showing. Her labored breathing was making the sight even more mouthwatering.
Anjali blushed at my ask. After a minutes of silence she said “no papa, you know that cannot happen because it is so wrong”. I noticed tha that her tone was very casual and half-hearted when she said this which I took as a positive sign.
Switching back to my puppy face with an emotional undertone I asked again “please Anjali only once, think of it as an old man’s wish”. She hesitated and replied “no papa, I am not comfortable and this is so wrong for a dad to see his daughter’s boobs”.
Then she got up saying “let’s get ready papa, it is time to leave to aunt’s place”. I did not want to push my luck too far now, so I did not pursue the topic. We got ready and left to my sister’s place in my car.
All thru the drive I observed Anjali, she was completely normal and talking normally too. This was a big relief especially considering what had transpired between us. The rest of the day passed normally.
On the way back my grandson started crying. Anjali looked at me because she wanted to feed the baby. I said “wait a minute Anjali” and pulled over to the side of the road. I made her sit in the back seat so she could feed the baby while I continued driving.
Today also she was in a saree and had her blouse undone while feeding the baby. She was using the saree to cover herself but that was also not helping much. I saw from my rear view mirror that she was not too concerned about it either.