.”“Five generations,” said the barmaid in a softer tone, “Five generations o’ women with bellies not made fer giving birth but they all trie... anyway. Five generations o’ women who died in childbirth, me own dam nearly died with me, she wasn’t so lucky with me sis. After five generations of lasses growin’ up ne’er knowing the love of their mum, my niece will be the first.”Perra rocked back on her heels, stunned by the revelation. She looked at Kal.“I had an idea they were related once her sister. The shadows were growing long, and full darkness wasn’t far away, but a number of overflowing baskets remained to be processed. Tired, the women had agreed to stop for the day and had moved their completed canning farther down the main passage of the cave where the jars would remain in total darkness, besides being out of the way. After they moved the canning equipment aside, a brief discussion ensued, followed by a period of cooking. In only a little while, they brought out bowls and platters. She had never come to me without panties before. I cupped her mound in my hand as I sucked on her breast. I was beginning to get over stimulated, and my hips were bucking, my dick rubbing against her as I sucked greedily at her tit. Mom pushed me down onto my back and leaned over me, moving her leg away from my erection and her pussy away from my hand. “Shh…,” she murmured as she allowed me to calm down a bit. My lips never left her breast, but I stopped sucking, panting in my aroused state.. I was not doing particularly well in my studies even though I had graduated top of my class from a technical high school in Chicago. As I remember, I had three major problems: 1) I was a commuter student. One and one half hours on the bus and "L" (rapid transit) each way, from home to school. Classes from 900 to 1800 left little time to study or sleep. 2) Chicago's college preparatory high schools (an all boys high school at that!) left me ill prepared to handle the mathematical rigors.