She circled over her nipples through her shirt and felt them harden, feeling her mother's hand rub lightly against her tummy was making her even hotte.... And wetter.Monica kept rubbing her daughter's soft stomach and increased her speed a little bit, Maria breaths were becoming awkward and heavy. She took her mother's hand without knowing and rubbed with her over her soft skin. In the heat of the moment both women lost themselves and Maria guided her mother's hand down into her shorts to her. Leaning her broom up against the red brick wall, she paused to cock herear outside a plain wooden door. The door's hinges quietly rattled fromthe steady vibration within the room. Rosa had heard enough wonder-tales from her grandmother in the oldcountry to know one doesn't peek into strange rooms full of unnaturalsounds. Pulling the broom back into her gnarled hands, she prepared to movealong, ignoring the buzzing poltergeist.Unfortunately, the poltergeist wasn't about to ignore her.With an. UNSEXED DISABILITYThe secret shame of womenIs that there is nothing thereBetween their legs, justAn emptiness, a nothingness--At most, a pair of pouting lips;Take away the hair, and allThat's left is another pairOf lips, and, really, how manyMouths does one need to feed?But Freudian slipsAre unpopularThese days,And penis envy's seenAs merely sillyMisogyny.Breasts, high, round, and full,Seem to promise moreThan the sex itself can deliverOr procure; just a split, nick, or cleftIs not enough to. Riki, he was sure, was aware at least on some level of the effect that she had on her son. As the week had gone on, he had seen Riki looking at him differently though he had tried to cover up that he had noticed her in return. He had on occasion, even caught her staring.“Hmmmph!” Abby retorted, not sure how serious her brother was, but sure that he was messing with her a bit. “Well, I dunno about that, but I think it would be so much better...” she trailed off, her mind imagining the five of.