Anyway that morning during her usual parade, she had tripped and landed on the floor with her nightdress round her ears. Unfortunately I could not hel... myself and I had laughed out loud at her misfortune and for that, I knew that I would not easily be forgiven. The icy look that I received when she stood up told me that revenge would be heading my way soon.That night after leaving the party that the girls had previously arranged and reaching my bedroom I undressed, not fearing that my privacy. Mama’s clothing proved surprising for several reasons. First of all, she had an inordinate number of fineries, fit only for viewing by Papa, I am sure. To be delicate about the matter, she had the most complete and indecent trousseau! While I knew that she and father were a most loving couple, I had no idea they were that, well, adventurous! In addition, she and my father had the same tastes for public display as Siobhan and her late husband had. While she always acted and dressed as the pretty. My legs are splitting apart! Frommy former toes, right up to my thighs along those vertical seams. Witheach twitch, my throbbing legs break apart even further. Like a fistopening up into a palm. I can see little cups opening right where mylegs are spreading.My legs finally stopped coming apart. I was breathing heavily. My bodyfelt a heavy rush. But I managed to breathe and calm myself down. Mylegs were now like octopus tentacles. Some of them were still andothers were slapping the water. I. It maynot be sold inwhole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document,printed material,voice recording or any other manner without proper copyrightclearances beingobtained from the author. I have had a number of people, both Men and women requestingmore writings from me, and so here you are. My time constraints make itdifficult for me to come up with and write a long story, especially since thisis being done for free. Like all my other writings this one deals with heavyMale Supremacy.