"Rather lay," he said with a grin."Of course!" She smiled. "Look, Danny. You've got to learn a lot yet before you can spend all your time on sex. Mayb... then you'll know better. The point is, this thing of ours got started in a sort of misunderstanding. When you found those doors open and barged in on me, you made some remark about having had the wrong idea about privacy. Well, modesty's another word that has something to do with privacy. Privacy and modesty mean just about the same thing in. Now we would take it in turns to bathe, my twin always going first and leaving me plenty of time to enjoy mum’s attentions. The Summer I turned 11 was particularly hot and mum started removing her blouse when she bathed me. This was so exciting, watching my mum’s big boobs swinging and bouncing in her bra as she washed and dried me. I joked about how they wobbled and pushed her boobs together, and mum joined in the joke with me. She didn’t mind when I squeezed her boobs and made them wobble as. I felt a need to say something in partial explanation. Maggie was a second mother to me and had been since we started out in a renovated warehouse back in the old days."Just tell him I need to become a customer of his," I said slowly, not looking at Maggie. She didn't say anything for a moment."Aw, darn it all," she said softly. "I'm so sorry, Mark." She sniffed softly, bit her lips, and left quickly. I stared after her, wondering what she knew or perhaps had divined. Carl headed up our. Cleo pushed my robe open and fondled my breast. "Good morning." She leaned forward till her tongue traced my lips in a kiss. "What's going on?" She asked rubbing her eyes again."This nice man was just going to put my furniture together for me." I said said sweetly, ignoring my freed breast. "Weren't you?" I asked."Aw that's sweet." Cleo walked over to the man and stepped up on her tip toes. Being sure to brush against his arm with her breasts she kissed his cheek. "Would you mind if I watched..