I had always admired his directness, but not today. He took me by my hand, something he almost never did. I never knew if it was shyness or upbringing... but he didn’t touch much. Mom had to virtually sit on his lap to get attention. There was no doubt he loved us, he told us often. ‘Son, you’re mother is dying. They were hit over by the high school, a big rig lost his brakes on Simpson Hill and ran through the red light. You need to go in and see her now. She’s unconscious, but maybe she’ll hear. The dressing without covering the top used to be the normal fashion for the ladies, mainly the servants. So there was an ample cleavage to be seen and enjoyed. While bathing in the ponds or river we normally tie the petticoat above the breasts and remove all the under garments. We get a wonderful feeling in the water when the cold water rubs against us and the cunts. I used to dip myself into the water and swim underwater for sometime and look at all the beautiful display underwater. Most of. I thought you were ... Dad, I'm sorry, I..." His father tried to calm him down, holding his hand up to indicate that his son didn't need to explain."It's O.K., Jason. It's really O.K. I'm the one who should be sorry." Dan moved to the chair next to his and Karen's bed and sat in it. "Mom told me what was going on. It's totally fine. I'm really fine with it. She wanted it and you wanted it." Really? I thought you'd be mad ... more than mad. I mean ... I thought... ," he began again."Sweetie,". So we do. "Go look at yourself in the mirror," she says. I do, the onein the front hall. I see a dumpy-looking broad in a sexy outfit,skirt way up, real short. She looks ready to fuck anything thatmoves. "I wish I had a cock," says Brenda, "You look realtempting. Now go chat up the boys at the bar. Tell them how muchan hour." By now I got nothing to say at all. "Something else, Dave. Now you're the servant girl aroundhere, I want you to behave like one. When I tell you to.