Vicky was getting very wet. She had chosen to wear aloose fitting (belted at the waist like Melanie’sdress) light cotton peasant style “fu...k me” dresstoday, knowing the staff would be away. It was cut verylow and showed a most generous amount of Vicky’sbountiful cleavage. Vicky had also chosen not to wear abra or panties. Melanie seemed mesmerized by Vicky’scleavage and the very obvious swollen aroused nipplesthat were showing so clearly outlined against the. As she hauled stuff out she started telling me a bit more about herself. ‘I guess most of my trouble with boys, and my own self image comes from being a bit of a late bloomer, I pretty much got all my lady bits when I was studying for my exams. I did my exams and had the summer off, came back and had these’ She cupped her boobs with her hands momentarily. ‘Suddenly I had all the boys trying to get into my knickers. I didn’t know how to deal with it and it went a bit to my head. Becky will tell. ‘Yeah, I’d tell people. Sam, I’ve never known anyone do something so brave.’ I groaned, closing my eyes briefly, moisture escaping from the corners. ‘It wasn’t brave.’ ‘Are you kidding me?’ ‘It wasn’t brave. It was stupid.’ ‘Stupid?’ He looked bemused. ‘How the hell could donating a kidney to your brother be stupid?’ ‘Because he died, Drew. Because maybe if I hadn’t—maybe if we’d waited—’ a sob welled up in my throat, unstoppable, my tears falling thick and fast now ‘—w-waited for another. Her dress had ridden up to show her stocking tops and a few too many buttons were undone on her dress. Mom looked so beautiful with a little flush on her cheeks from a combination of having just kissed her son and the wine.Mom saw me looking at her stocking tops and did nothing to cover them up. “Your legs look fantastic in stockings” I said.“Good because I bought them to wear for you”, mom said smoothing a hand along her leg and up to the top of the stocking.“What do you mean?” I said being.