" Julie told her."Really!! You did??"the girl, Mary, asked, in utter amazement."Sure. Just let me get this blouse open, so I can open my bra up. I wor... my maternity bra today cause it's the only one I can put pads in for when I leak." You mean that you're making so much milk that you leak, and you haven't even had your baby yet?" Mary asked, now almost hysterical."Yes. I thought everyone did," Julie said in a matter-of-fact manner. During this conversation other girls had been drifting over to. In fact, I even ordered somepanties over the internet. Of course, apart from that I would also donormal things over the internet, buy tickets, buy goods and use email.The problem with the internet is that you can never be sure who iswatching. Someone with the right contacts and skills could learn a lotabout you from your internet behaviour. Mistress Caroline was such aperson. A self made millionaire as a result of the dot com boom she ran asuccessful computer auditing and security company,. They were pretty good at it too, but I never understood the joy they got from being in the kitchen for long hours. Not only did they spend lots of time in there, but they always seemed blissfully happy while they were at it. Although that one time I almost walked in on dad bending mom over the kitchen counter did seem like a more probable cause. Now don't go psychoanAlliezing me or anything, alright? If you live in denial about the fact that your parents have sex, then maybe you should get your. We would have cook outs and drink a lot. D, Lisa and I became pretty good friends. My wife, Lizzy, shied away from them. We would drink a lot and get shit faced, and almost always at that point the conversation would turn to sex. Now I really love to hear these lesbians talk about sex. Lisa had only been with a couple of guys way back in high school and D claims to have never been with a guy. As time went on they loosened up more and more around me. D and I would talk about all the women we.