The farm wives helped me figure out the rest. Dad had his own fan club, only older.Don’t judge us until you’ve lived it. It was the Depression. We...were all broke. There wasn’t any place to go, nothing to do. Everybody was desperate. You grabbed whatever fun you could, and fucking was free. Still, we were careful to avoid gun toting husbands when we came around the following year.Consequently, there I was, standing in the heat of an eighty degree fall day in Los Angeles. We’d been hopping west. I was so frustrated because I wanted to explain to my parents what I was afraid of and how I felt, but I also was afraid to do that because I was afraid for them to find out how much of a slut I had become. I told my mom I didn’t know if I could go to school. She asked why but I just stayed quiet not really knowing how to explain. That evening my father got a call from Elizabeth’s mom. There was good news, the DNA had came back on Thomas Johnson the boy whose truck was damaged. His DNA did. 'She continued, 'anyway, I am just waiting for the others to arrive, when I told Becky I would not be going out tonight she called the others so that I would not be left alone, they still worry about me.''They are true friends, just don't spend too much time talking about me, I don't want to spend our next meeting trying to live up to four beautiful lovers expectations when I was not even there, ' he laughed.'You goofball, of course we will talk about you, all night probably. Four girls that. As he had expected, he now had two of the most exciting breasts where his hairy chest had been. He moved quietly to the bathroom. Taking off his pyjama top, he examined his new shape. He was reminded of how he used to play with them, when they were first married. He grasped the erect nipples and gasped. The feelings that throbbed through him was so intense that it brought on an immediate erection. Frightened that his wife might wake up, he thought of his own chest again. Chan buzzed and.