“Don't take it too hard, Harry. I think half our family is gay. Mom's gay for sure, and I think I am too.”“Mom?” I asked in a daze.“Of co...urse, why you think she's always spending the night at Gail’s place?”Then I noticed something that gave me hope; rubbing my face against my sister’s tit was turning me on.“Didn't we have a deal, Sylvie?” I asked her.“Why you little pervert!” She laughed, “You're right, we did. Do you mind leaving the dress on for little while?”“Sure, whatever you want,. Tucker. Mrs Wilson was and older woman with curly brown hair, a little heavy set, big boobs. Mrs. Tucker was a smaller blonde with okay boobs and not too fat. Both had been swiming and were wearing panties and t-shirts. We started drinking and smoking when Steve went over and lifted one of the womens shirts. None of us could believe how big Mrs. Wilsons tits were. Bill then moved Mrs. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs. Wilson’s bush. We. Tara coos contentedly as my fingers glide over her so smooth skin. “Do you remember my first time on your table?” she asks. “I do,” I say. “You were so shy.” An eyebrow raised. Tara isn't usually a talker. But maybe she has something on her mind. Maybe it's time I got to perform the other part of my job. “I was foolish,” she said as I press the heel of my hand into her thigh, working it against the other hand, stretching and parting the muscle “I'm . . well . . I'm not good on trust.”Perhaps. "No, that isn't right. You're always in my mind when I'm writing."She looked at him in that way that let her hair fall to cover one eye. The other had a lowered lash."Why Kris, have you been pretending that you're Quigley and I'm ... all those women?"More comfortable with her flirty banter by now, Kris was able to join in."Well, you told me I'd have to ravish you. And you have the most fascinating multiple personality disorder," he said. "You seem to be all women, wrapped up into one delightful.