Young voices from another room cluttered the air, shrieking, laughter, quiet, followed by shrieking. Funny, I thought, never having thought about Beck... having brothers and sisters. Her mother said Becky would be out soon and left the room."Is this okay?" Becky asked, smiling as she entered the room. I recognized the dark slacks from school but not the plaid flannel shirt, the long tails hanging loosely down her legs in the front and over her ass in the rear. Her fingernails and lips were. I could only imagine what she felt losing two children so close to the end of her pregnancy. Days would go by and my mom would still be in her room. Life seemed to move on for everyone else expect her. Dad would go to work and I would go to school. After all its only been the three of us. Having both sets of my grandparents die in a car accident. My mother’s sister has been gone for years and my fathers brother decided to leave town and never look back. All we had was each other. I graduated. " I don't get it," said Bret's wife Anne, a small-breasted woman with blonde hair cut short. "What's the contest? Who wins?" No contest this month, and everybody wins. We're just out for the experience, the sensation of six hands massaging you. You can orgasm any time you want to, the girls that is. You can even slip an arm under you and frig yourself if you want to." What happens if we want our fronts massaged, too?" This from Helen, a woman with low-hanging breasts, one slightly larger and. .. ," Babs vaguely commented."Why not Babs, looks to me like you'd be fighting boys off with a stick," I replied."Bit like you, boys didn't interest us and men ... well they had to deal with my Dad," she chuckled."So Granddad was protective?" I asked."In a manner of speaking, yes," said Babs blushing slightly.We had reached the end of the album when a transparent package fell out disgorging a few more snaps, only these ones were ... more intimate and appeared to be shots of Babs alone, at least.