I picked a rather simplewhite cotton bra and matching panties. I felt a bit --was disappointed the word? -- as I stepped into such aplain looking pant...y. It was the same when I put myarms through the straps of the bra and reached behindto do the hooks. As if it was a shame not to wearprettier underclothes. Why was I thinking such thoughts? And how had I beenable to put on the bra so easily? Of course, it was easy. I had been wearing a bra foryears. I remember how happy I was the day Mama took. At least these won't end up killing me," I joked. "Yeah, but how do you manage to do it with no ice?" "Hey, it's cold when it comes out of the machine and all ice does is water it down once it melts. This way I enjoy all the taste and besides that, it's what I like." We both laughed a bit and then he got to his point of being there. "Listen, I wanted to let you know that I'd found a place where I thought you'd be comfortable in your retirement." "Really?" "Yeah. Really!" "And what made you. Who knows, maybe even the black janitor has already called dibs on me next. I refused to be a victim. I refused to be a slave. I think I had already repaid my family's debt to slave ownership as much as I was willing to. I was leaving while still enrolled. I had all of my classes on-line and had already secured an A in Psych. Maybe I'll come back once a semester to arrange another A in subsequent Psych classes so that I won't have to attend. With all of this free time I wasn't going to. But now, his attention towards members of the opposite gender had been sharply heightened. He'd felt Amanda's breasts pressed against him earlier, and now another pair was right there, mashed between them, with only a single layer of cloth separating them from his chest. He didn't think of them as "Mom's boobs." They were simply boobs. In fact, there for a few seconds, he didn't think of her as "Mom" at all. That might have had something to do with the fact that he didn't hold his loins away.