"That's a perfect pussy," I complimented her. "Good girl, you keep it nice and bald for us. Now it's your turn," I said, turning to the blonde. The ...londe reluctantly complied, taking off a cute pair of kitty cat panties and spreading her thighs. Her pussy was trim, with light brown hair maybe a quarter-inch long, and meaty labia majora that completely engulfed her inner lips. "Not good," I said, teasing her. "You're supposed to shave that pussy bald! Didn't you know that?" The blonde. If you did know, you'd break some guy's head or something and divorce the bitch, wouldn't you?But there comes a time in some men's lives when they suddenly discover what's been going on behind their back and that first discovery can come in the most unexpected way.Take me for example. Sunday mornings were always the same back then. Stella, my wife, was out early playing golf with her little foursome. My foursome plays Saturday mornings. At one time we all played on the same day but some years. My boobs were barely contained in a snakeskin top that wrapped around my neck, barely held together by two thin pieces of fabric criss-crossing along my back. The skirt was split up the side, and I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.I was on the prowl.As I stalked my way across the dance floor, the music made my head throb, and I would sporadically be overwhelmed with doubt. What am I doing here? Why am I dressed like this in public? I’m not even a lesbian. Before the thoughts could get a hold. I think she took Dad's frustration with her outon me." I know _I_ was a disappointment to Dad," Tommi admitted softly. Theold wound had been reopened, and she felt misty-eyed."So was I," Sara added. "You couldn't hear, because of where your roomwas, but sometimes, late at night, I could hear them arguing a lot."Tommi said nothing, trying to fit these new pieces into the puzzle thatwas her parents' lives. Slowly, she was realizing that the family she_thought_ she knew wasn't anything like.