What is she talking about, I thought. I was confused.I told her I would like a bra that made my chest smaller. A bra thatwould compact my chest, make ...y chest smaller. Both ladies laughed andBetty said, she will see what she can do as she winked at my mother. Igot the feeling she did not like the fact I wanted to hide my bustline.I told Betty I did not like wearing a bra, they are too tight and makesme self-conscious. Betty smiled and said "you better get use to wearinga bra, dear, you have a. It’s not like I just made him up or something.’ ‘Son, that’s exactly it,’ she persisted, ‘You did make him up. You never had a brother, let alone one named Micah. You had few friends, being so shy and reserved, so you must’ve made him up.’ I stood up and began pacing, agitated and a little angry that my own mother would play this mean prank on me, ‘That’s just not possible. I mean, if I’d made him up, don’t you think I’d make up a nicer brother, someone who would never pick on me or call me a. I was just thinking about how much I still love you."No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lisa started crying. She dropped down on the sofa next to Tom wrapped her arms around him and Tom put his arm around her. They sat quietly for a long time."Well, what do we do now?" Lisa asked. "Are we going home now?" No. Not tonight," Tom said."Why? Are you still mad at me?" Lisa asked as she began to worry that things weren't going as well as she thought."No." Then why aren't you coming home with. She said it was too crowded on weekends to get naked. He asked her if she enjoyed being naked and she said that she did, but it was always better if there was someone around who could enjoy her showing off. He promptly informed her that they were definitely enjoying the show and that she had great tits. She grinned at their remarks as she squeezed her tits, then informed them that usually she didn't wear anything at all while she was down there. That way she could take a dip in the water.