Kristina smiled, then unbuckled her seatbelt, slipping her sweater off and tossing it in the back seat, and that's when Paul saw them.

It was a rare occasion for him to get a glimpse of his daughter's tits, and here they were, bouncing for him in a white tank top. They were at least DD's, maybe even F's, just amazing in how round, large, and perky they were.

Paul gulped, trying not to stare, and she sat back, strapping in her seatbelt and grabbing his hand.

"You thirsty?" Paul asked, and Kristina nodded. "Let's stop before we hit the highway, grab some drinks and snacks."

"Oh, but can I change...