”Somewhat irritated, Val said, “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”“I don’t want to be the virgin sacrifice to the God of Football,” Ste...hanie said while crossing her arms across her chest.“Now that that is settled, Val, may I have the honor of this dance?”Sighing, Val answered, “Sure.”“Miss Morris, may I have the extreme honor of this dance?”“Yes,” Stephanie answered.The two young men led their dance partners to the area where they normally danced. Mrs. Shapiro went over to the record player. I can go on and on about our differences but I think you get the general idea. As I mentioned earlier, this wasn't a bad thing as long as we both tried to put everything into our marriage. It was a give and take proposition. I actually enjoyed going out once in awhile with Jo. She was a beautiful and sophisticated woman. Since she had the brains in the family, I pretty much let her take charge. By that I mean, she handled the bills, bought the furniture, all what I call the girly things. I. " I know, sweetie." Daddy, can boys grow breasts?"Another tongue-tied question again. I said, "Well, boys can't growbreasts naturally as girls do. But..." But?" His wide eyes were filled with hopes and wishes."But boys CAN have breasts if there's a doctor to help them along." Wow! You mean doctors can really do that?" Yes, sweetie." I answered frankly.Henry made another 'Wow' expression silently and was rather pleased tohear the news."Well, it's my turn now. Truth or Dare?" Truth!" he replied,. ..if you only knew how many times I played with myself to them. I had no clue you had that in you... To think that my own sister would play with herself thinking about me. I watched you play with yourself too. I heard you moaning. As he is saying all this he is laying down naked by my side. His right hand fingers are torturing my clit and his other hand is pressing my body against his. I moan...-Listen to me when I speak to you!- He plays with me twice more vigorously- Didnt you want this? Tell.