" Victoria Frances Bowers." She rolled it round in her tongue like tasting a fine wine. "I rather like that. Mrs Mark Bertram Bowers. I like that too....Golly, I never asked. Where does the Bertram come from?" My father's father." Sir Bertram Bowers Bart. That's a wonderful name." I've always liked it too. There were quite a number of Bertrams over the years actually." Are we going to call our son that?" It'd be rather fun and Dad would be thrilled but would it be fair on the boy in this day and. " If you don't mind me asking what life style is that?" I asked. I figuredit was all right seeing she knew mine.Stacy laughed and said, "Honey I could kiss you. Don't you know I'm thesame as you? We're both T-girls. Though I'm a lot older than you are andyou're a hell of a lot cuter than I ever was."This surprised me so I said, "Really I never would have guessed."Stacy laughed and said, "If you're ever not sure check the Adam's apple.If you can see one, it has to be one of us." Just then we. Miller said “Enough, come here.”I walked to stand by Mr. Miller and my half naked, unconscious mother. My father’s eyes tracked me the whole time. Mr. Miller lifted a hand and cupped one of my big tits, he rolled the nipple and roughly squeezed it while doing the same to one of my mother’s smaller tits. “I still don’t see it. Put your tits closer to hers whore.” I heard my father make a strangled sound as I straddled my mother and leaned over. I pressed my hard nipples up against hers and. Her eyes widened. Her nipples could not get harder.“Wow,” Max mumbled. She smiled when she could.“Now that I see them, you were right, Sam,” Alex leered. “Max does need bigger bras.”“I wear a 36 double D!” Max grew paler. “I don’t know if I want them bigger!”“They are, though,” Alex countered. “Aren’t you supposed to be the science and evidence girl?”“A little harder!” Sam interrupted the old friends’ teasing. She grabbed my fingers to give me a big honk of Max’s breast.“Shit! Sorry!” Max.