My father was in the process of lighting another cigarette and I wondered if he had heard me. "Daddy?" No! It's wrong!" He slammed down his fist and r...fused to look at me."Oh yeah? That's wrong, right? But it's not wrong for you to sleep with Rona and there's nothing wrong with Mum going to bed with Al or Marvin." Silence. "Daddy, don't you want me?" He was lost in indecision and to help make up his mind I took off my clothes and walked over to stand in front of him. "Please, make love to me.". It was Stephanie and Chad, I had not seen them in 2 years, but college life right what would you expect. They had made a special trip to come and see me, or so I thought. After all the pomp and circumstances were done, I ran up to the both of them and gave them the biggest in the world. They asked how I was doing, and congradulated me on my achievements. We went out with my family to celebrate at a local restaurant which was my fave, had a great time. My family was ready to go when they asked. The U-neck knit top was soon lifted over her head. I could feel her tremble, and her breathing become somewhat deepened. In spite of her fairly rugged bush pants, she wore a lovely 1/2 cup, lacey bra that was bright red. I stared at her, and let her know I prefer to speak in graphic language when with a woman. She nodded, but said nothing. As I stared at her amazing chest, I whispered "Ohh, you have such beautiful tits!" She blushed again, and said "Really? I feel so small!" I assured her. “I apologize for my ... you’re a statue.”His eyebrow arched. It was a very human, very life-like gesture. More than anything else, it helped to calm me down. I nodded. “Again, I apologize for my response. I wasn’t expecting to speak to...” and I waved at him.“A talking statue?” he asked and I nodded. “No need to apologize, sir. I am only a statue. I have no feelings to hurt.”“I would have said the same thing about a construct, but I have been proven wrong on that point.”He looked at me again.