"You're gay aren't you Robby." she said, her voice flat and emotionless.Robby's jaw dropped. "WHAT!?" he said "MOM! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"Valeri... stared, not because his whole chest and face blazed red, but because his erection wilted like magic. One minute it was stiff and proud, and the next it was limply flaccid, pointing at the ground."Mom! Who told you I was gay? I am NOT gay Mom. Why did you say that?"Valerie didn't know what to think. Something wasn't right here, but she didn't. I tried to resist reciprocating, but gave up the futile attempt within a moment. It was such soulful passion that I thought I had really fallen in love with her.When we finally broke apart, I saw the same dreamy satisfaction in Danielle’s eye I’d seen earlier. But this time, I must’ve had the same look because she teared up and hugged me. Not the hug of infatuation, but the hug you give when someone you’ve loved finally comes home. To be truthful, that scared me a bit. We both knew I didn’t. Pamela got knocked up by a boyfriend while she was still in college, but she unfortunately lost the baby. After the miscarriage, she started complaining of an unpleasant sensation in her breasts, and – trying to massage the pain away one night – was rewarded with a cascade of milk squirting from her nipples. The nurse suggested that perhaps there was an excess of prolactin in her system, and provided her with a breast pump. A few days later, Pamela was asked if she would like to donate her. She called Dad on the cell phone and told him we'd be in around lunch time and offered to stop and pick up something to bring back to the house; however, he said he'd cook and asked what I wanted for dessert.He provided my requested brownies along with meatloaf, creamed potatoes, green beans, corn on the cob, and home-made rolls. Mom and I had just finished clearing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen when Aunt Margie called and invited Mom and Dad over to her house for an afternoon of.