" Okay," she nodded, and flipped onto her palms in a swirl of redcotton. Her dress fluttered down her bare thighs, falling over her headand torso. Pla...cing a steadying hand on her waist, I leaned in for acloser look at her panties. Literally everything was on view this time.The frock had no real waistline, nothing to hold it up, and was inchingsteadily down her torso.Chrissie's pants were white satin briefs, the kind that covered most ofthe tummy. There was a faint floral pattern decorating the. Just don’t need it nearly as much, not with nearly everyone around Mother being female. Which is also one reason I’m very attracted to, well, all of you.”“I understand. And if you’d like, I could join you this evening.”“Yes. I need to get Annekke out to Markarth and back to her daughter before she’ll be a full part of our family, and quite frankly I need to feel some flesh against mine.”I could see the passion rising in her eyes. “Oh, yes, my liege.” I led her upstairs, acknowledging the. Our bedrooms were on the opposite end of the hallway from Brad’s.There were times when Becky and I would be getting ready to go to the same event, one of us would go downstairs and take a shower in our parents bathroom so we wouldn’t have to wait in line for the shower. Neither of us had ever used Brad’s shower. That was about to change.Brad was at his summer job and should be home any minute. Becky warmed up our shower and then turned off the water. I did the same in Brad’s shower. And then we. Boobs. It wasn’t a Beauty and the Beast chasm, nothing that radical. But our differences were out there in the open, pulsating almost.Gotta give him credit for trying though.“I live not far from here.”“Convenient.”He ordered another Coors. I was still nursing. He decided to go for humble. “Look, you’re a classy lady. Up here.” He raised his hand, palm down. “I’m a regular guy, down here.” Second palm completing the illustration. In case I’d suddenly lost my ability to understand words.“Don’t.