" "Maybe we can shower together. I've never showered with a boy before. I think that'd be cool. Can we?" "You're sure you want to do this, Becky?" I a...sked. "Try me, Ben. Iris says it's the coolest. I'm ready," she told me and I said to come upstairs and we'd use our parent's shower, it was larger. We trooped up to our parent's bathroom and Becky simply pulled up her cotton nighty over her head and pulled down her panties to the floor. My sister is small and so were her boobs but don't think. " You know. You know, don't you? What this is all about."Damn, Damn, Damn! When I'd told Mom about the fight I'd managed to give the impression that I didn't know what it was about. "Yes," I said finally." Then..."I sighed. "You already know my answer to that. Is there any sense in us getting in a fight, too?" It's not your secret to tell," she said resignedly.I nodded."But maybe I could help." If Trace wants you to know..."Mom's turn to nod. "So I wait?" No, you go to Philadelphia. You sit. . and then, she felt Lou Freed's big hand smoothing over her buttocks and down through the crevice toward the hairless, open flesh of her shaved vagina."That's enough!" Silk barked. "Get out!"The big man grunted, muttered something under his breath and left. Silk followed him to the door, then closed and locked it. He finished his drink, picked up the ebony statue once more and re- entered the bedroom. He walked to the bed where the voluptuous blonde lay securely trussed in her obscene. She had auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, which she usually wore in a ponytail or braid. She was a bit on the short side, barely five feet tall, but the benefit was that she also had a rather slender build. She only weighed ninety-five pounds, which she was proud of. With her petite frame, her perky tits were no bigger than a B cup, her nipples constantly poking out against the fabric of her t-shirts. Her eyes moved down past her flat stomach to the completely smooth mound above her.