Worried that she might tell some of the other kids he did asshe wanted. Every day he would wait for his chance to dash intohis sisters room and quickl... grab a pair of her panties out ofthe drawer where she kept them. It didn't take him too long to decide that it was to nerveracking doing that every day. So on washday, after their motherhad washed and dried most of the laundry he waited until all ofher panties that had been in the wash were neatly folded andstacked with the rest of the clothes,. So Roberta, those people who really love you will come around in the end." You are so kind to share that personal story with me." I earnestly reply. I have one last question. "Did I understand you correctly, the three of you are married?" My eyes must have been as big as saucers at the many revelations so far.Michelle comes and sits beside me on the sofa. She takes my hand and puts it on her tummy as she tells me their story. I feel the baby kick and my female side takes over more male. There are also a few horny and frustrated drunks. Men so unattractive they were rejected by any of the female bar sluts in the neighborhood. And there's the occasional scary drunk that even the local whores avoid. These are the men whose brutality excites me. The men I give my body to, unconditionally.Bars close at 2:AM and that's when I head for one of the all-night bookstores. With any luck at all, I'll get my paper and a good time too.I park the van in a dark parking lot about a block from. I remembered that other flavor.“That’s your… ah, personal flavoring, isn’t it?”“Hmm, I have a smart, if a little slow boyfriend. You figured out the flavoring I used. Now for something else.”I heard what sounded like a can opening“Lick my nipple.”My tongue searched for her nipple, and found it covered in whipped cream.“Oh yes, sweet and good. But the strawberry was better.”“You liked the facial, or this… or both?”“Both, I think.”She put whipped cream on my nipples and took her time licking it.