Rate this story My father left when I was 12 years old and shortly after that my Godmother Betty began to take a special interest in me. She stopped at our house often, brought meals and took me out to plays and concerts. Betty was about 40 at the time, a large woman with huge voluptuous breasts. She was five years older than my mother and treated her like a little sister. My general impression was that Betty was a lesbian, since she lived with a woman and my mother always avoided questions about her, including why she never got...
