I cannot prevent it and I must accept it. Often times both men and women will tell me how desirable I look and how they want to fuck me. I forgot how ...any times I was told I am "pretty" by both men and women. I am really enjoying the attention! The only hard part for me is when no one is watching. Then I heard a familiar voice. "There you are 57-5." She gave me a light kiss on my cheek. It was my mother! She stood before me in all her beauty. Her blond hair fell to her shoulders. She is wearing. My body doing its best to do what it was destined to do, while his did the same, to procreate, and to make new life. The fact that we were from different races, and far different socio-economic backgrounds meant nothing to nature and to our bodies. My tongue began to stick out from my ruby lips, waggling in a desperate attempt to passionately kiss my erstwhile lover, and yet all I wound up doing was lick at his neck, and his earlobe, while his hands began to grope me, and maul my ample breasts.. And Mom was doing something around my laundry hamper last weekend, come to think of it." Try these!" he said, and conjured, as if by magic, a pair of underwear with a very boyish dark pattern.She took them and looked them over - they looked very much like what her older brother had had years back. "They do have your name on them," she exclaimed and then blushed."Yeah, I heard about that bit when the rumors of the bet filtered through," he grinned. "Mom put name-tags in my clothes exactly once. They finally managed to get a field goal, just before the end of the first quarter.Their woes continued in the second quarter. Their coach was still so concerned about me that when Terry made a hand-off to Jeff, after faking it to me, their entire defensive line chased me all over the field, knowing I had to have the ball. That made it 28-3. We started doing our tackle substitutions on their next series, stopping them on our 25, and they missed the field goal. I rode the bench the rest of the.