. atleast then I might have a chance at love and maybe even a half-decent sexlife - and on the other deciding that would never work ... I'd already go...etoo far physically, and she'd probably end up having an affair with somestud like Alex. And if that didn't kill me, I'd probably end up doing thedeed myself! So I might just as well stay the course - a freak of naturefor sure, but at least I'd have my clothes and makeup addictions to keepme from going off the deep end.Or maybe, I thought, I. " You slide my pants off and I can feel a rush to my cock as it aches in anticipation. You step back and pull your dress top off releasing your incredible breasts. I can't take my eyes off them, they are so plump and round just perfect. Before I can say or do anything you pull me in close, "like what you see?" "Oh god yes, you are a goddess." With that you put your finger to my lips "shh". Then you remove my shirt and we embrace, running our hands all over each other.You lead me to the living. Dad was carrying a too large for him styro-cooler and mom was laden with a largesh bowl filled with her special salad.“This the lady you were telling us about?” said Dad.“Yes, yes it is,” I said. “Stacey Wilcox, this is Xena and Philby Carter, My parents.“Pleased to meet you both,” said Stacey, smiling broadly.The greetings and pleasantries continued for some few minutes. Cousin Mike broke that up.“Your turn at the pit,” he said, handing me the already soiled apron he’d been wearing. I frowned. I started laughing and I could see Cathy had a puzzled look until I asked; “How much did you pay the guy that broke my legs?”She finally just laughed and shot back; “Not enough, you’re a bad penny and just keeps showing up.”As I was working out, we talked a lot, and I realized that she had changed. She admitted that she had made some very bad decisions while in school. She told me that besides what happened in High School, she got into a bad crowd in college and finally had to go to rehab for.