"I guess I shouldn't have said it that way. You must think I'm just a dirty old woman."By this point, I was beginning to get more than a bit aroused, ...nd found myself, much to my surprise, flirting with her a little. "Old? No. Dirty? Well, you DO read a lot of those books, so you've probably got a few ideas in your head." I flashed her my sexiest smile.My mother didn't respond at all, and I thought that I may have gone too far. I decided to take her cue and shut my mouth. I squirted some of the. “Now Charlotte here has been blessed with a mighty big set of breasts, as you all can see. Charlotte what cup size are you?” Charlotte hung her head and whispered “Double D.” “What? I’m sorry could you speak up. Don’t be shy.” Charlotte looked up and said in a loud voice “Double D.” “YEAAAHHHH!” they all yelled.“Charlotte are they a natural double D sized titties?” “Yes all natural.” She said. “Well, can you shake your shoulders for us to show the naturalness?” Charlotte slowly shook her. I got a raise, more responsibility and a new job title, but I stayed where I was.At first it wasn't a problem, but then Chandra and I made it one. We car pooled to work every day, we ate lunch together and we talked with each other at work several times a day and the rumors started. One of the secretaries made the statement, "They look and act like they are married" and the other secretary said, "I wonder if maybe they are." We probably should have just ignored it, but Chandra and I panicked.. She could see evidence of something approaching schizophrenia in the trio. The pattern of their sessions had clearly indicated unreality in the way the women viewed their own sexual escapades. It was as if the group sex was separate and disconnected from their real lives as wives and mothers.Probably due to the extreme stress of their upbringing, the women had created identities that they could retreat to - escape to. Those identities were as much fantasy as reality, particularly from where.