“I’m not well off, you know. I earn enough to keep me, but not much more. If I’m to support you, I’ll need to get a ‘proper’ job.”“Not...really. You like what you do, don’t you?”“Well, yes, but...”“If you feel you need to support me, that’s a different matter, but I am quite well off, even when Dad cuts off my allowance. I got access to my trust fund when I graduated, and that’s enough to live on even if I never work another day. Archaeology is never going to be a great income, but I knew I could. My grandma would care for me in those early years, when mom was gone to school or out with one of her boyfriends. I would run around the house most of the day, which allowed me to play with mom's wardrobe. I liked specially liked putting on her underwear and bras, and dreamed of filling it up one day. I was fascinated by mom's breasts since I can remember, I loved crawling on top of her and just feeling them. I kissed them and carressed them often, and knew they were special. I don't know what. There wasn't anybody our age (30's) and we knew they was all mostly German folk there and we wasn't likely to see any of them back in the UK, so we dared eachother to doff off and go nude too. We had never done anything like this before but we felt more comfortable knowing everyone else was a good bit older than us. No one was really going to be judgemental of how we looked. Not knowing we was going to be totally stark naked infront of a load of people I felt slightly uncomfortable with my. The magazine, WhAP!, contained articles and stories with titles like, "Training the Obedient Husband," "Mother, May I?" "Matriarchy in Matrimony," "When Husbands Misbehave," and so on. The books included titles like Rearing a Husband, A Charm School for Sissy Maids, and The Training and Education of a Husband."Take them home," Julie said. "Study them. They've got lots of plans and tips for transforming any macho man into a sweet little momma's boy. Believe me, once you turn your husband into a.