“Don’t think of her as cute, think of her as an inconvenience in your life. Your other kids are good, she’s a little ... spitfire, OK?”She did...it again and was right on the mark, everyone could tell, applauding for her scene work. Beverly was even better, but that often happens in theatre.We went on, putting the rest of the young girls through their paces.“All of the young ladies I just saw, can go,” I said.We went through the rest of the people, some showing they had acting chops while others. To call myself a mother! I-I could say no,The thought of him losing it to trashy slut. But looks who’s talking, I stared at the sink, I’ve been here 20 minutes. I felt so blue, sad, I had already finished washing the disheswhat ells am I good for now.I felt arms wrap around my stomach and soft curved Lips kiss my head. I shivered uncomfortably and push his armsOff me. “Rose, what’s wrong” he asked. I looked back, “I-I get let you Touch me like that, and you don’t call me Rosey. It’s mom, just. Mrs A spoke. "Yes, we will. Talk about it. Won't we?" She looked at her husband, who seemed less certain but nodded anyway. "And thank you for being so understanding. Not thinking we were just hopeless. And ... I'm not sure how to put this ... but I hope it was - well, good for you. I mean, with your background I suppose it was just another treatment - but you never let it seem like that to us." Don't worry. It was good for me. And I'm sure it was for Colin." I nodded, hoping my smug. Slowly I part the flaps of your covering. You look down into the valley between your breasts and then at my face as I expose the full beauty of your chest. The cloth pulls apart and you blush while I look upon your breasts for the very first time. I take a breath and quietly utter the words ‘God, you’re so beautiful’. You blush further and look downward to your chest, wondering how I could find them so lovely. Soft, round fruit with tight, silky smooth and perfect skin, and hard brown nipples:.