My pretend trip to my mother’s was set up between us, although of course you thought you and Chris were the masterminds. When Chris suggested Mary g...t on her wedding outfit, it was so amusing.”Mary stopped her sucking of Sue’s flaps. “Yes, I almost burst out laughing when you got me to put my ‘special’ outfit on Chris,” said Mary, “and I put my stockings and suspenders on too – you could hardly believe it. And I have always fancied you Alan, Sue and I have often talked about swapping partners,. There was no talking to anyone for sure. I held off on the food, was afraid to re-vomit with them still such a strong influence in my psyche and I tried to keep my mouth shut as much as possible. The puddle of gizem was growing on the floor underneath my chair and reminded me of kindergarten and wetting my pants under my desk. The moment had just begun overwhelming emotion.[In the sense of torture, me, getting the treatment just to scare me, I envisioned this with the sister nymphs doing me in. They were a slightly loose fit, but they did look good. He stood in the open curtain, with a doubled over terry toweling strap in one hand. The kind you might see used as a belt on a robe. Occasionally he slapped his other hand with it. Then surprisingly he called over another man. A fair skinned strawberry blonde with freakles and strong arms. “What do you think”! He barked. Turning me around to face the wall. Without a sound the new man grabbed a fistful of my swimmers from the back. Pulled. Now it is time to sort out my feelings and decide if I am to continue sexually re-exploring myself, or am I being victimized?At breakfast, Celia begged forgiveness and told me, "You know, dear, your mother used to brag to us girls about your father's rather prodigious 'pole'!" After she passed on," Celia continued, "and being a bisexual, I just had to try your daddy; but I swear that we NEVER did anything while your mom was alive, so help me." So how WAS daddy?" I asked, "After all, since you.