You make it sound like I should hate it!" Well, you should hate it!" Mickey's mother said shockingly. "I hate it for you!" That even drew Mr. DiCapra'... attention from behind the paper."Why?" she said in a tiny, but raspy, little girl voice, her tears flowing freely now. "Why do you hate me so much? Are you ashamed of me?"As Anthony DiCapra watched, his wife also broke down into tears. But neither woman made a move to the other."It's not you, sweetheart," Diana said. "It's me. I'm ashamed that. At that point I told him to keep his comments to himself. He just glared at me and turned back to watch the end of the show. When you finished, one of his friends said that he still wanted you. The guy told him that he didn't have a chance in hell of fucking you; 'besides, ' he said, 'she's probably a rug-munching dyke lesbian anyway. No self-respecting man would want to be seen with someone like her.' I lost it at that point and shouted at him to shut the fuck up. He turned to me and told me. She wanted sex, and she wanted it with me. I had never been with a woman who wanted me like that. I felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web. Except that this fly was very much looking forward to being captured. I watched mesmerized as she pulled my pants down my legs, my cock springing to attention. I felt the delicious touch of her fingers on one thigh as she reached down to touch her lips to my other thigh, mouth beginning a slow crawl up towards my groin. I sat up part-way so my. Then I took the soap and lathered my body, starting with my neck and moving to my chest. I soaped my breasts and admired them as I ran my hands over them. The slipperiness the soap created made it easy to glide my hands over them. As I tried to cup them, they oozed through my hands as they returned to their original state. I did this a few times as I watched the fullness of them slip through my fingers.As I ran the palms of my hands around the nipples I felt them harden with each circle I made..