.” She trailed off, blushing furiously and hugging her arms around her.Christine laid her hand on her niece’s arm in a comforting gesture. “It...sounds to me like you need to get this out. Whatever it is, I’m not going to judge you. Just tell me.”“I can’t,” Lynne whispered.“Yes you can.”Lynne looked toward her aunt, but refused to look her in the eyes. The uncomfortable pause lasted for long seconds, and then Lynne haltingly spoke. “My boyfriend was over at the house. Mom and Dad were. Ooooh, he'scircling my nipple with his tongue. That little devil!The long brown More 120 was clenched between my teeth and I was puffingon it for all I was worth. I'm smoking like a diesel locomotive, Ithought. No I'm not. I'm smoking like my Mom! Does my mom smoke whilemy dad sucks her boobies, I wondered?Smoke was pouring out of my nostrils and down into Mr. Edwards' face asI squirmed and wiggled with delight. I heard him moan and he begansucking louder as a cloud of my smoke encircled his. I flinched and blushed and I thought I was getting wet…I went to the kitchen chair and sat…then I knew I was wet as the crunching of my bottom, the weight of my body folds on the chair made me shiver. ‘Oh my,’ I thought…maybe yesterday was just a one time thing with Mom…if she left the room I’d spread my thighs for doggie.“Yes,” I said, “We had a very good time.” Mom smiled and washed some dishes. She said: “I have a little surprise for you now that you’re growing up…follow me.” We walked. Now with the house to herself, Julie did the unthinkable, what would get her asked to leave at her roommate's apartment, or a swift swat on the fanny from her mother, 19 or no--she walked from her bathroom thru her bedrooom and down to the linen closet completely nude, gathering towels and some of her father's old shirts from the shelves, and walking back to the bathroom to take a shower and slip off to bed. She would go swing in the backyard later, beneath her old favorite oak tree, and dream.