While I hadn't started dating yet, I had been to an awful lot of parties with friends of mine. Birthday parties, Halloween parties, swimming pool part...es, fourth of July parties. I'm sure you get the idea. I'd been to plenty of parties, and these parties, since about the sixth grade anyway, had been mixed. Usually, for whatever reason, there were almost always more girls than boys attending.I'd had my first dance, kiss, and make out sessions at these parties. I'd felt my first naked tit, and. Not anymore though lol so don't get any ideas as that time is way past. Plus there are rules now. Still it qualifies me as a Whore.Yes i am the Queen of WhoresWhat's this got to do with the story title. Well nothing. Just giving an intro and a hard on to the reader. if you don't have one yet you need to get tested or keep looking at the Picture. So do you have the hard on ? good a good story should be Interactive if not well than let me help you. Look at the PictureLook at the Slut's skinny. She said there'd just be us and her mother Bella, who was divorced from her father. When I arrived Louise met me at the door. Taking me into the living room, she introduced me to her mother, who was a sort of older version of her daughter: attractive and well-built but taller and brunette where Louise was blonde. She was wearing a low-cut blouse which revealed that her breasts were even larger than Louise's and she gave me a hug, which started an erection stirring in my jeans.Bella made me feel. Um ... do you mind if I say this, girls?”Prudence told her: “Go ahead, Sidra. We can take it.”“Well, I think she is beautiful! My view may be coloured by her being my ammi, but that is how I see her. Apologies for seeming to compare her with you girls; it is not meant harshly.”“Sidra, don’t worry about it. When we have had to put up with insults such as ‘the ugly ducklings’ and the ‘plain Janes’, we have developed tough exteriors. Reg made us forget about our faces entirely. He loves the rest.