It was a shock when those first mags went for ‘full frontal’ (the first time I’d heard that expression). A ‘threesome’This was I think a lat...r expression, and I’d heard it used in the context of ‘liking a threesome’, usually with someone and presumably someone else. At first I thought it referred to dancing, since from the 60s onwards people didn’t dance in pairs any more, it was more free for all. Then when I heard reference to ‘going for a threesome’, I assumed it was the more modern sort of. Well, almost. Actually, she has been looking at everyone's legs and lower bodies but I just couldn't figure out why. I wear shorts most of the year because of the warm climate. Because of this and the large size of my cock, I'm very careful about how much skin is exposed. I hadn't been showing anything just because my mom is afraid of any controversy that might arise.I was involved in an accident that killed my father and left me maimed. Of course this was a long time ago but my mother had to. Both had fair skin and were very beautiful. Plus they were somehow similar enough that they could be related. It took me a few minutes to stop ogling at them and another minute to calm my raging boner that had returned with a vengeance and was straining against my shorts.Ten minutes of so of struggling with the rebellious organ, I finally just gave up on it and refocused on the girls.As I continued to study them, I faintly recalled a piece of the riddle that I saw in my Mindspace: Blue is red. "Not at all." "But you saw me naked." "Technically, no I didn't." "Sure." "Even you have to admit you'd feel differently about it if you hadn't been wearing panties." "That would've been better, cuz then I'd have just had a heart attack on the spot." Lamb stopped resisting the urge to touch her face. When he did, she didn't wince or stiffen, but a look of apprehension filled her eyes. "Why would that be so bad?" She closed her eyes. "Not pretty." "Jesus," he whispered. "Where did you.