Suzie will be over here any minute now for your date.”“What date?” Sean asked. He didn’t remember setting up a date with Suzie.“It is Friday...night,” his mother answered as if that explained everything.“So?”“Everyone knows that Friday night is date night,” she said.“I didn’t ask her out,” Sean said.His mother snorted and said, “Of course you didn’t, I did.”“Oh. Where am I taking her on this date?” Sean asked.“To dinner at the Surf and Turf,” his mother answered.“That’s nice of me. I must have. ”“Oh no, I’ll just tell everyone I’m her aunt and won’t have to.”“Ann, tell me; have you ever been to a wedding of any kind?”“A couple in front of a justice of the peace.”“That’s no wedding, that’s just a marriage. Ann, tell me why you don’t want to learn?”“Alright, I’ll tell you. I don’t think I can stand to have a man touch me, even you. You notice I have never let you hug me. I like you and I think you are a wonderful person and I know you loved my sister. She told me all about being in love. I've had my implants for about two years now. Dave swore I'd get used tothem, but I don't think I have. They feel horrible to me, floppy bags ofmeat and plastic. I hate having breasts. I hate how heavy they are andhow they flop about, especially when Dave fucks me hard. When I first gotthem he was constantly feeling them up, sticking his hand down my top andrubbing and squeezing them, which I find annoying and humiliating, though Ialways suck him off afterwards, and in bed he'd spend ages. So I would be asked to kneel on the couch and my short skirt would be pulled up to reveal my bottom and my genitalia, and the men would come over and push their fingers into my holes and feel my warmth and wetness, make all the approving sounds and as their wives were drinking coffee in the adjoining room, they would fuck me at leisure and by the end of the night I would naturally be fertilised and then have to thank each man in turn for taking the time and I was greatly honoured, for his.