What was this about. She sat back down on the sofa. She sipped her whiskey and looked at me. “Now Brian. You said i got very pretty feet. What is th...at all about” I was still embarrassed by all this. “I don't know. Pretty feet” One of her nylon feet came back on the sofa again. She wiggled her nylon toes for me again. “Come on tell me. What does it mean to have very pretty feet Brian” Now she started stretching and pointing her pantyhose foot. Oh my god i can't stand this. “OK. Ill tell you all. With the consumption of beer and vodka, this wedding reception was becoming bearable. I got a Bloody Mary and found a seat at a deserted table. It was a great place to rest and enjoy my drink. As I was sitting there, a decent looking lady in her fifties came over to my table "Aren't you the bride's uncle?" she asked. "Yes, I am. My name is Alan and your name." "Oh, I am Tara. I am the groom's godmother." "Please sit down. Can I get you something from the bar." I inquired. "I don't drink much.. I could hear it!” Katie answered, matter-of-factly.It had been a big, flesh-splatting smack, full and hard Thoughdelivered with a slim, manicured female hand, it hurt nonetheless. Amommie’s hand can hurt just as much as a daddie’s, if she hits hardenough. Jane was not in a mood to be merciful. But what had I done,except what she’d told me to? Jane’s breasts swung freely over my back. She hovered over myslim figure like a lover, yet like a mother too, compelled to disciplineher. Maybehe didn't know yet."Mom," said Elizabeth. "Are we going to get Jimmy a bra also?"Well that's that if Thomas didn't know he does now."Of course we are. All girls his age need a bra, at least a trainingbra," Mom answered."I don't want to hear anything about girl's bras or panties. Thomaschimed in, save it for when you three girls go shopping. If it's okayMom I am going over to Larry's for the day." Sure honey. Go ahead unless you change your mind to go with us." Veryfunny Mom, like.