I can just imagine the sight of her – firm breasts accented by distinct tan lines, dark nipples and aeriola, hint of her thick bush showing thro...gh the thin material of her panties. Mom would come into my room and right up to my bed. I’d be scared to death and trying to hide my obvious hard- on. She would sit on the side of my bed and give me a comforting look. The following exchange would occur: “Do you like what you see honey?” “I, uhm I don’t – what. .." Oh, right." Mr Devonshire patted his wallet. "What size... ?" He looked at Fluffy and turned quickly away to walk stiffly across to the office desk under the pretext of finding a piece of paper."Waist thirty-one," said Fluffy. "Isn't that terrible! I keep telling you I'm shamefully fat. My bum's big, too. You'd better get forty-two inch hips, unless you get me a nice pair of those stretchy pants. Shiny purple would be nice if they make them in my size, but if you get me those they've got to. He pushed her away and pulled her up over the table. In one fluid motion he had cleared the table with his large hands sending the plates and leftover food crashing to the floor as he picked up his belt and told her to grab the other end of the table. ‘Yes, sir,’ she said with a wicked content smile on her face, one that he figured was there but that she still couldn’t help. And then it started, the belt sung through the air and then snapped just as it cracked across her ass with a loud. During that whole school year at Duke none of them made any effort to meet or pursue a male companion. There is that expression that goes something like ‘if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, swims like a duck, etc. then it must be a duck.’ If one were to confront any one of the three girls in this period of time and suggest they were lesbians pursuant to the ‘must be a duck’ reasoning each girl would deny vehemently the logic. Brenda and Connie would particularly swear they love cock..