”“Darling, I have lost a husband, and been racked with grief of all kinds, there is little I wouldn't understand. Try me. Communicate, don't keep ...t bottled up inside. There isn't anything that you can't tell me.”“Mom, . .” He opened his mouth but nothing came out, he tried to start again, and failed. The third time he said, “Mom, do you think you can love two people, at the same time?” He held up his hand to signal there was more. “I don't mean like you love me and Jan, at the same time, not. ’ ‘Now who’s being rude?’ He didn’t answer. ‘I’ll let you know what I plan to do.’ I walked out the door What did I want? What did I know? I had an accusation from Sabrina the reliability of which was backed up by her telling my father and supposedly trying to figure out what to do. She seemed to be telling the truth. I had not seen any indications of deception in her behavior or her body language. My father had made an allegation about Jeff’s motive for pursuing me. There was no doubt they had. As I quickly discovered, the girl had a pretty moderate d**g habit (to go along with her pretty big tits and thick hips) and when she came home with a fresh supply, she had a few things she really liked to do to enhance her fun.First, she would stop and buy a new kinky outfit--usually either a corset or a bodystocking. The corsets were my favorite (and hers too) and she loved variety in them--high cut, low cut, open cups, open nipples, top-of-cups only (for a sexy underboob that left nothing to. Even so, I wasn’t going to show any of them my ‘snake.’Nothing good could come from that!This was also a long time before the Internet. You looked something up in either a fifteen-pound dictionary or the 1960s version of the World Book Encyclopaedia!I did the next-best thing. I went to my older sister, Laura. At home, I caught her in her room, asking if I could talk to her about something personal. She changed from her school uniform into a pretty blouse and skirt.She had me sit down on her.