." she trailed off, her eyes going out of focus. "Um ... mamma ... he kissed me goodbye today ... on the lips."Liz smiled "Oh?" Yes. And I felt all go...oshy inside, like when I was watching you two. Mamma you did it TWICE!!"Liz ducked her head to cover her smile. But then she frowned. Her daughter was ripe for the plucking, full of hormones that some pimply faced boy could soon use to manipulate her into something that could be good ... or bad. Liz didn't want that to turn out bad for her. "Tory was finally beginning to understand what his mother meant. Lifting his violin to his chin, he softly and sweetly began her favorite Christmas carol. The late morning light streaming through the windows lit the tears falling down his cheeks, as he finally let himself start to mourn."But we have to do something!"Miri agreed with Sofie but was at a loss as to what that something was. She was at least glad that Tory wasn't going to try and confront Chirurgen. Pavel was right, that was. We were still experimenting a bit, but tended toward the livelier pieces, like our tangoes. Of course, we’d end each performance with our rendition of Mozart on Fire.We were in high school and had homework. We had rehearsals. We had performances. And Nanette, Sophie, Donna, and Emily made it clear that what we didn’t have was a mother. We all had to pitch in and do the housework, cooking, cleanup, and maintenance. Maybe you think girls are naturally neater and cleaner than guys. If that is your. ”She looked over at Mira, where she was trailing her fingers around my little nipples.“May I touch you, Josey? I would love to feel your smooth skin, like Mira is.”“May I touch your big titties? I would love to suck your nipples. I read a story about a boy sucking his neighbor’s titties and she got so excited, she wanted to hold his cock.”“OH MY LORD! I’ve never seen a cock. Morris has always been small, and now, his ... little pecker has shriveled up to nothing.”“Do you have any kids?”“No, and.