The funeral director said he could repair the damage and make her look as good as new, but she was never one for wearing much make up, I didn't think ...he should go to her rest wearing huge gobs of it.I was already eighteen so the house and my mother's accounts were all mine with no extra hoops to jump through. Apparently my concerns about the health of her accounts were completely unfounded. There was plenty to see me through college and beyond. She hadn't skimped on the life insurance. It swayed a lot that time, sending me tumbling onto my stomach. I felt two hands around my waist as he tried to hold on to me. I tried to sit up but drunkenness and the boat movements prevented that. I was on my stomach propping myself up on my elbows. I tried to raise my legs but I could just get on my knees. His hands traveled all over me while I struggled to maintain my balance, laughing and giggling as we rolled on the bed and he felt me off. He pulled off my top and started rubbing my tits. I had only been in his car for about thirty minutes and I considered this to be inadequate foreplay. He disagreed and offered to drive me home. When I got here Robert was sitting at the computer alone and I asked him why boys were such assholes. Then he told me it was only the jerks I dated which caused the problem, and that most of them bragged that they had gone all the way with me. He said that all the other guys who asked me out considered that I was an easy lay so they paid me no respect. People have been talking about her all night," heinterrupted laughing."Well you see I have a bit of a dilemma, you see I want her to have bigcow size tits that I can play with...." You mean torture.........so do it," he laughed."Guess you know me too well........any way I can't because she is themain bread winner of the house. She can hardly go to the office with oversized Mellon's!......which is where you come in." Go on." Well if she had a sugar daddy she wouldn't have to work..."My mouth.