Billy, despite his disability, was an excellent judge of character and not constrained by tact - he would let you know if you didn't meet his approval...as 'nice'.Leanna jumped slightly when James stood up, wiping his face with the towel and dumping the water bucket. His muscled back was broad and the skin light. There was an angry red scar that ran from below his right shoulder blade to his side ending at the ribs. It looked recently healed. She wondered about it and felt compassion for the pain. Add a few 'to-dos' for Sam, her sisters, mother and father, church, the Women's League, etc. and there wasn't much left for just her.She had it together; more than she gave herself credit for, but she longed for more. More time to go out with friends, downtime with hubby, to read more, work out, just be alone for a little while.Sam was busy too, but different. He was a good husband, loving, funny, and sweet, but sometimes mercurial and distractible. Those things served him well in that he could. "Brooke: "Yup, I am so excited!"Me: "Yeah, me too!!!"Brooke: (looking at my crotch) "I see that."Me: "How about a little fun? Beth is gone and I have had this idealately."Brooke: "What is that?"Me: "I would love to have you in her clothes. Please????"Brooke: "I don't know, it does not seem right."Me: "Oh, c'mon. It will be fun."With a little nudging I got her to do it. I left the room so she couldget ready. In a half hour she came out in the skimpiest mini skirt Bethowned, a nice halter-top,. Then she stepped backward, into the brightest patch of light in the gym so I could see her body. “Shit,” I heard myself say.Becky giggled a little high-pitched schoolgirl giggle, and that giggle was the only thing about her that seemed to fit a fourteen year old girl. She looked ... impossible. She had the biggest tits I had ever seen in my life, as big as volleyballs, flecked with freckles and crammed into a blue sports bra with some kind of red and yellow circle on the front of it. And as.