” “My games?” questioned Bella. “Yes,” snapped Grant. “Your little game with Romeo over here.” Bella laughed. “Well isn’t that th...e pot calling the kettle black.” “What does that mean?” asked Grant. Bella sat down with her food and took a bit before she spoke. “So you want me to tell you the truth, eh Grant?” “Why yes!” “And will you tell me the truth?” she asked. Zane knew where she was going with this. “Should I leave?” “No,” said Bella. “I need a witness.” “Fine Bella,” said Grant.. Dad told me I should rub my tits on them as I sat the drinks on the table. This was so fun to rub against them and a couple times they would sneak a hand under my short skirt and feel my pussy. I started taking more time and spreading my legs so they could feel me better. I gave up wearing a bra and panties too. I liked the attention from the men.One night in the kitchen a man came in and grabbed me and pulled my shirt up and began to suck my tits. As he sucked my big globes he lifted my skirt. Eventually, Pa passed away, but Mom and I continued to comfort each other and we still do. I am telling you this because of our changed relationship. There may be times when I will indicate that I am going to sleep with Nan, and I don’t want you to get upset with that. I will still love you.” “Mom, I don’t know what to say to that story. As long as I can still love you, I can take you on any conditions, I answered her. I think and hope that I can be an adult about this, and I promise I. ..Okay, you can do this, I told myself, thinking abouthow this was going to sound.The bartender was approaching. Tight top. Muscles bulging. Stop thinkingabout him like that. He's just a guy."What can I get you, Buddy?"He hadn't noticed the handbag. I put the purse on the bar, hoping hewould see my nails. Preparing him, for when I said: "Sex on the Beach,please."He did a double-take, then saw the nails. The purse."No problem, Sweetie."I breathed a sigh of relief and scanned the room as he.