How could he do it?The anger beat faster and faster, a drum drowning out the symphony of joy at his survival. It grew louder with every roaring thud. ...y heart pounded in my chest. I clenched my hands as I glared at his back.His pointed ears twitched, thrust black through silver hair. He turned, staring up at me, and I could see it in his face. The guilt. The words spilled out of my mouth, “You did it. You slept with my mother!”He nodded his head, his eyes glossy.The anger's beat exploded. At first, I was uncomfortable but after a few shows I found out how to work the room. A little bending over here or rubbing up against a patron went a long way. Being short, standing next to a patron at the bar all it took was a slight lean forward and that patron could see my nipples and often my hairless smooth vagina. I sold my share of tickets.Bryan often made appearances at the bar where I was having a show. He would just sit in the back and watch me. We were not allowed to have our. "Mommy these aren't my diapers plus they're pink too." That's it we have those clothes you where looking at in the garage yourAunt Joan brought over that her kids have outgrown. Come with me honey andyou can help mommy get the boxes into your room okay honey?" But mommy I don't want to walk out there in only a diaper. Jimmy will seeme and make more fun of me." No he won't. I sent him to his room for beating you up." I feel mommytake my hand and pull me out of the nursery. I look around not. With one tactical twitch of my fingers her bra was unhinged from the back and her beautiful tits relaxed beneath the white silk shirt. I paused a moment and took time to stare down upon her. “Do you have any idea how many times I have thought about this”Her look was wanting and her voice seductive,“I am guessing more than a few”My right hand went from her stomach up her shirt and caressed the underside of her left breast as my right knee gyrated between her legs into her pussy. I wanted to make.