So, maybe the rules to m*****ation states that the m*****or MUST be an adult. I don't know.All I know is that what happened with him and then with 3 o... my cousins has shaped my life in a way that might not have been had he never touched me,Or, maybe I should say: Had I never allowed him to touch me.I recall spending the night at his house. I was about 7 years old and it was during the summer. I was there to go to Vacation Bible School with him and my 2 cousins. One night, my uncle told me, "You. She ran her hands over her soapy, snow white 34C boobs, and slipped a finger into her slit as she scrubbed her pussy. She grabbed the razor, shaved her long white legs and trimmed her bright red bush. She knew Cliff would be pounding her pussy later that morning so she might as well have it looking fresh and neat. She dried off and headed to her walk-in closet to pick out her outfit. She knew if she didn’t wear something sexy, Cliff would be even more pissed. It was late September but still. While all the other k**'s ran around the Dr. office yelling I would sit on the Floor next to my mother . When I would get that crazy eyed look she would point to her heel. I remember being small and having to struggle to remove her extremely well keep feet from her heel. and what now is the action and smell that fuels me cock as a older man, I would hear that woosh pull sound and smell of leather and nylons. Mom had size 6 1/2 to 7 1/2 feet her toe's were always painted black. I remember. "Because that is what the word 'unspoken' means, Dear," I quickly responded. "If we had discussed it, I would have said that you and I had a verbal agreement, and if we had it notarized and signed, it would have been a written agreement. Ours was unspoken." Well, it would have been nice if I had known that," bitched June. "I worked awfully hard to keep you from finding out about Bob. I think all our agreements should be spoken, or even documented from now on. This sneaking around shit is hard.