The simple truth of the matter was that not very many of the minor girls were particularly attractive. Sure they had their youth going for them but th... majority of them needed cosmetics desperately in order to be marginally acceptable for men to take an interest in them sexually.Of course, her reform school nickname was Blondie and she did her best to keep her hair brushed and clean as a matter of choice and not chance. Her cellmate Tamara helped with that chore by constantly brushing it when. Oh god honey. I am sorry. I shouldn’t tell you these things." Don’t be sorry Mom. I am just sorry Dad would do this to you. I don’t understand. I thought you two where so happy."She nodded. "So did, I at a time." You’re going to stay right here tonight. You need some sleep."She looked at her Son."I better not. I can go to a hotel. I shouldn’thave barged in like this. Even if I’m glad you sent that slut home."He didn’t say anything to that."Come on Mom. You can use my bed tonight. I will take. And I will. Hugo and Irving are right, and my God how weird is it to think of them in the same breath, as it were. But each one in his way said the same thing.And when I look at it objectively, as I haven’t been able to until now, I agree with them. That jackass Peterson told me I was responsible for putting the asshole back on the street, and I was so upset I bought into it. I still can’t completely absolve myself; I damn well have to get more critical about my judgments.But really I didn’t do. I could tell I was having a glorious effect on her. My hands found Allison’s breasts as I continued to kiss her neck, and I began to squeeze and rub them. She had round breasts that were heavy in my hands. They were not overly large, but the dark nipple that was on the tip of each one was big and thick. I took those nipples and pinched them between my fingers and thumbs. At this new sensation, Allison let out a sweet sounding moan that was music to my ears. I continued traveling down Allison’s.