“I wish you could meet a really decent guy who’d love you and not take you for granted like Dad has!” Mel and Claudia both smiled, looking at th...e other. Claudia took her hand, squeezing it. “I don’t even care if you marry the guy or want to live with him as long as you’re happy together.”“So you’d be okay with me living with him? That would mean you and Savon would have to live with him too. What if he has a family? Maybe I’ve already met someone who is several years younger and makes me feel. I just loved seeing you get all hard, your pants poking out then you'd go up to your room. We know what you were doing, don't we, little brother?" Doing my homework, of course, what else?" I replied taking another swig."Oh, sure, you were whacking it good and you know it. Dreaming all that cum of yours was going in your sister's pussy, right in here," she said as she patted her abdomen. "You were, weren't you?" Oh, maybe, I just don't remember." Sure, oh, yeah, sure. I remember when I was a. Okay...um.... I decided that I might as well get the clothing overwith, so I take the flat box wrapped in pink paper. I unwrapped it,plastering on a smile as I hear the camera operate. I opened the box andsaw that it was a series of feminine-cut shirts. At a glance I couldtell they were colorful, probably sheer enough to show off my bra. Thefirst one I lifted out, a robin's-egg blue, had the word "single "emblazoned across the chest. Heaven knew what else was in there."Thaaanks, Mummy. I refused her offer of a drink, and sat on the sofa in the small-but-neat living room of her apartment, while she went to the kitchen to put the flowers in some water. Looking around, I saw what appeared to be original paintings on the walls; when I asked, she told me that they’d mostly been done by artist friends of hers.She was nicely but conservatively dressed, in a black sweater set over a grey tweed skirt, an outfit that managed to advertise her curves, while covering her waistline. I was.