.and that friend came over to our little run down shack one evening and had a long talk with my father." "I could sense that something important was...going on. It frightened me. I tried to hide in my room, what little there was of it, but after a while my father called me into the living room. I was very afraid. When I went into the living room my mother grabbed me and hugged me and told me to be brave. She had been crying. I started to cry when I saw the look in my mother's eyes." . And I knew that she could comport herself decently as well. I rounded the corner hoping against hope.Mom. At her best. Understated dress that didn't show either cleavage or tattoos. Hose. Shoes with modest heels. Her hair was neat, conservative, and pretty close to the auburn that was her natural color. I only knew it from occasional looks at her roots. She used to try staying blonde, mostly, but not this time. Conservative. Right down to her nails that this time didn't look like they were. " Candy appeared with a huge set of rubber tits in her hands."Hold on, you don't expect me to wear those, do you?" You said by the rules, and no excuses."I was in some mild trouble here. I am a good sport, so I agreed.Candy spread some gel on each breast, and by eye placed them onmy chest. I had these really heavy tits on my chest. I made eachof the girls a drink. It wasn't so bad after all, and now I knewit was dog eat dog, so I wasn't about to lose again. I couldfeel the breasts starting to. .. although, on reflection, the naughtiest thing she owned was a black lace thong. First she ran her hand down a rich burgundy corset. Ruffles lined the top of the bust and the material was as soft as silk. She bit her lip, thinking how she would look with her dark hair curling against her pale skin, her breasts nearly popping out of the top of the corset. Next she pulled out stockings and garter belt. She was not surprised to see these as Dan had often talked about his fantasy of seeing her.