But no less chicken. Before I had to quit stalling and answer Ken, the sky opened up. It was a fast summer rain, and we were both soaked before we cou...d get a block to where his car was parked. His apartment was only a few minutes away from there, and he invited me in to put on a bathrobe and to let my skirt and silk blouse go into his dryer. As we went into his building, I noticed that my peach bra was completely visible through the wet blouse, and in this light it looked flesh-colored. Ken. " Don't be silly," I said a bit surprised at her words, "you have a perfect figure." Not as good as yours, my legs a too thin, where yours have shape," she said, "and the less said about my tits the better." What, you have great boobs," I stared incredulous at her, not believing she was being so critical about herself."You've got to be joking," she said, "great fucking things on my skinny frame makes me so top heavy. On you, they'll look great, what size are you anyway, I'm a eight going on. Ten thugs, one with an arm in a sling, and another on crutches, brought in a plate after plate of food. Sirloin steak, roasted corn, rolls, even a tossed salad, and a commercially made chocolate cake was all laid out on a bench. Paper plates and plastic tableware was set at one end. The aroma made the famished captives drool.The goons stood behind their food, looking at the captives with great longing. Like they were the class nerds, and the women were high school cheerleaders.Kay forced them. That fucking bitch would spite the Ellistons because she couldn't handle the fact that I loved my big brother. I hugged him tight. I kissed him. I savored lying atop him and feeling his strong form beneath me.Incest was the best. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pam Elliston“I have a Doctorate of Psychology from the University of California Davis,” I said, speaking into the microphone. “And I am a licensed clinical psychologist and sex therapist in the State of California. I have a practice that.
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