For whatever reason, John took off his t-shirt and slid his pants down to his ankles, kicking them off his feet and across the room. It was hard not t... compare his body to mine. Physically we had a lot in common, we were both the same height, 5'10" with brown hair and brown eyes, but John had twenty pounds on me and wore it much better. We were both in decent shape, but I was soft and scrawny while he was tight and every single muscle on his body, while not impressive mass-wise, was well. Looking at herself now, she realized how far she’d come in so short a time …she liked looking so sexy and trashy. She liked the humiliation of it, the degradation of declaring herself purchasable. The ancient and basic equation never failed to work: what a man can buy he can also own …a whore is a woman for sale, objectified, low and filthy … a man has an ultimate freedom and control with a whore, he can do exactly as he pleases. But more fundamental and primary is a woman declaring herself as. Twinsran in my family and I dreaded the prospect of having a set myself. Everytime I carried a baby I prayed that the Goddess spare me from twins.Right before birthing the twin girls, Athena and Alexandra, poor Alistairlooked like a blimp. Yet he maintained a wonderful attitude and proudlydisplayed his maternity belly before and the pretty babies after a roughdelivery. The day before Inez turned five, I birthed Naomi. She was twoweeks past the due date, two weeks that put me through agony. . "I can ask," I said.I sent Sven a text message right away and wondered if he would come over for a visit. Sven was the boy next door and he was one year older than me.Ten minutes later he was there. We went into my room. He seemed a little horny, because he wanted to make-out right away. After he had squeezed my tits a little bit, I told him what my mother had asked."What did you say now?" he coughed.“You have told me yourself that you think mom is sexy," I said."Yes, ok then, maybe I can sleep.