He’s concerned, but said I should be OK. He advised I have a friend stay with me.”“Two? That close together? What happened?”“The details are...’t important right now,” I said out of deference to Karla. “But Al strongly suspects a relationship between the problem with my hypothalamus, my blood sugar, and my mild bipolar disorder. I ate a lot of potatoes in the last week. Just like that one event in Japan when I’d been eating a lot of rice.”“But there’s no physiological link!” she protested.“Al. When I turned f******n and asked my late father about sex he told me to speak to my Mother and she in turn told me not to worry as I,d find out soon enough if I got a girlregnant! Great advice! My best buddy Bert Travis came to the rescue by not only telling me about sex, but using magazines his father had. Fought back from West Germany whilst stationed with the US Army he showed me what women and men looked like when their nipples, pussies and dicks were Not airbrushed Away like in the. I don’t mind.’ The room filled with dropped jaws. Ashley’s own eyes mixed shock, embarrassment, and fear. ‘What are you saying, Mom?’ ‘Oh please! I’ve known since your drugged confession in the hospital last year that you’re involved with her. And now that I know, it’s easy to see it in the way you act around each other. Your dad would flip out if you did it in front of him, but he’s not here now, is he?’ Ashley gulped hard. ‘Daddy knows, too?’ Her mom smiled. ‘No, and he won’t find out from. She helped me off with my socks and shorts then watched as naked I picked up my clothes and took them to my room across the landing. “Good thinking,” was all she said as I came back and started to take her own top off. The sweater came off over her head to reveal no bra and a pair of beautifully hard nubs staring at me. God her tits were fantastic! I slipped my hands down to her elastic ski-pants and slid them and her sheer panties down her long lithe legs. She stepped out of them, and I.