But you know? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I am the way I am and I don'tcare what other people think.But boy did the shit hit the fan when I got back to the a...artment myfolks had rented. I walked in the door, "topless," and my father's jawdropped and after an initial gasp my mother screamed at me, "You can'twalk around like that! Cover yourself up!" Well, things kind of wentdownhill from there after I yelled back at her that I was " . . . . .tired of fucking walking around with a sweatshirt on in the. A lot of people will be bidding on you, I'm sure." He tells her, his voice laced with a Mediterranean accent, before returning to the conversation with the Doctor.Fear stops her from saying a word. It was as if she suddenly lost her voice, not saying a word in reply to him. 'What did he mean, bidding on me?' Her mind questions as she lays there under the light. Waddling towards her feet, the Doctor puts his bag down on the floor at the foot of the table before pulling out a stool that must have. She has always been proud of what her hunter husband calls her "14 - point rack."“Your words mean more to me in this precious time of intimacy, darling. It is a special bonding between mother and son that can occur only when families have an open liberal attitude like ours.”As she sits down next to him on the bed, her left globe pushes against his shoulder. “Now I need to warm up this oil.” She shakes some onto her palms and rubs them together. “Next, I will place some oil on your little –oops!. Not believing my luck as she climbed off me. I got off the bed, stood up and started to take off my boxers.“I wanted to do that” Amy complained. I stopped and she knelt down in front of me. She ran her hands over the bulge in my boxers making me tingle all over, and then slid them onto my hips where the waist band was. She slid them down with her face just inches from my cock. As my boxers slid down it sprang free and hit her in the face, leaving a ring of precum on her check. My underwear.