I couldn't stand the thought of any one of them going to bed with another man. How could I have such a narrow, one side view? I was certain I couldn't... ever accept the old adage of 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander', but even knowing how unfair that was to them I just couldn't stop feeling the way I did. I was fucked up and I knew it.I pulled out into traffic and then told them as solemnly as I felt, "We really need to talk. I don't know what I'm doing here. It's as if I have no. It was very clear what style of bra she was wearing, and it was also clear from the slight bulge of girl flesh above the cups that Meagan was a very well developed girl. "What's the hard part?" The pretty blond asked."Move as little as humanly possible for the next fifteen minutes." Meagan sighed, and her mother corrected her. "No sighing, shallow breaths." Sorry." No talking either." So Meagan stood there posing, as still as she could be, for if not fifteen minutes, at least ten or twelve. Then I sat down in dining inside the kitchen and sipping tea while chit chatting with apu. I don’t know if apu has seen my penis standing but she was again giving me strange look.Anyway after some time this happened. When she bent to pick up some thing from below cupboard she cried out “oooh” in pain. I ran and held her as she was about to fall. She told me to take her to bed room. So I tightly held her on the stairs and took her upstairs to her bed. She laid there still in too much pain making. I must have drifted off because I woke when Carol slipped back into bed. She had made some snacks and a couple of drinks.Carol handed me a damp wash cloth and I wiped away my dried tears. She handed me a tissue and I blew my nose. "Feel better?" she asked. "Much better. I can't remember ever letting go of my emotions like that. I'm always in control...'men don't cry!'...I didn't even cry when my dad died, (I was thinking, I don't remember my dad dying.)" Carol said, "I think we would have.