" Well, it's your father and me. We had an argument." I knew that wasn't all because they had argued before and mum never cried. She saw my distrust a...d smiled nervously. "It's nothing really. Just ..."I waited, but mum didn't seem to want to say any more. "Just what, mum?" She shook her head and sobbed. I responded by squeezing her tight."I feel unattractive," she finally said."Don't be silly, mum, you are beautiful!"She laughed and replied, "I don't mean in that way." What way do you mean,. Except for that one time with the cucumber, which had left her still a sexual virgin but no longer with the physical proof.Kathy's left hand went to her nipples, aroused for the occasion just as her brother's cock had become aroused, though of course to a different size. For a fleeting second she recalled porn videos where the whores, huge-titted whores, had sucked their own nipples, yet those scenes had given her no excitement, nothing like the thrill of her own fingers on naked milk spouts.. , how? I don't know he never told us but Kansas City, mo. must have been better than the south. because he got good job at a steel company in Kansas city where he became foreman and supervisor of that company and I remember in 1970 I was the 7th grade my father was in the hospital for about two weeks my step mother told us a steel wire went thru his chest in his lung. but I really think my father had to fire a man on the job and the man stabbed my father in the chest. but my step mother never. I look down at what I'm wearing. Really? This isn't me either. I'm much more of a causal stay at home kind of girl. Parties for me don't need to have more than 6 people, tops. I have on a black dress which Stacy, my best friend, although I'm seriously questioning that at the moment, has loaned me and guilted me into wearing. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't quite so low cut. The front dips down to a low, wide V between my breasts. Thank God I could at least wear a bra with it. Again though,.