My mother was a housewife and was very energetic.In my college I was surrounded by friends who were of the same age and all of them were conscious of ...hemselves. We would joke, tease each other commenting on sexual organs of boys and sex in general. I had boobs which were not big size but they were erect and one could sense the size when I wore T-shirts of low neckline. My hips were big and the bums swayed seductively when I walked.Even though it was not intentionally. My friends teased me. He had a rugged appearance with about three-day’s beard growth.“Yes, I’m Al, and this is my sister, Betty Collins.” Betty cleared her throat, though Al ignored the interruption. “You’ll want your partner here for this.”The man cocked his head. “I’m Ivan Meskers. I take it this has nothing to do with business?”“No, this is personal. We have information on who you are.”He perked up at that, calling upstairs. “Kaci, we’ve got guests. I think you’ll want to be here for this.” Turning back to Al and. “Michelle said that, well ... I don’t want to insult you, but she brought up something else,” I hinted at the sterility, but Brian wasn’t one to be evasive.“My sterility, yeah. The mumps. Fuck me sideways, the damn mumps got me. I’ve been sterile ever since, though I’ve used that to great benefit in the past. I could fuck any woman that I wanted and not have to worry about paternity suits or anything that might interfere with business. Now, however, I want to be a father, forget grandfather, I. “Mmmf. G-good” she managed to get out with her mouth full.“Go on. Have as many as you want. By the way, how's school going?” I sat on the chair, legs crossed one over the other observing them.“N-not good. We go-got F in health. Mom's real mad.”“F in health? Both of you? What were you studying?”Priya responded, “Sir, the lesson was on male anatomy. I think teacher lied to us. It can't be true. She shouldn't give us an F just because we didn't believe her. Sir, you wouldn't believe what she said..