..... I used to sleep with Aunty in her bed. The bed was very spacious. She used to cuddle me often and caress me in her arms. Some times she used t... kiss me on my lips. I loved her hands on my body. One day I was sleeping on her bed after lunch. Aunty entered the bedroom after lunch and lied down besides me. My eyes were closed but I was not in deep sleep. I could feel her looking at me and slowly her hands moving on my body. She was moving her hands on my boobs and her caressing was. This was better. I lowered my mouth back down on Dad. This time I tried to see how much of him I could get in my mouth. I think I got about half of it in. I closed my lips around it so I could suck on it better. Dad moaned again. This time I didn't stop. I kept going up and down on him. I was really liking this. I raised up and look again at Dad. I kinda wished he was awake so he could see me giving him a "blow job". I knew it would make him happy. "Dad". I yelled this time. Even that didn't. ” Katie stared at her shoes, avoiding Lindsay’s stare that felt as if it was burning through her. Lindsay Pinkham placed her hands on her hips, at that moment becoming aware that she still had two buttons of her white blouse undone. “Get in here and give me that note!” She snapped and took the small piece of paper from Katie’s right hand. The diminutive Katie stepped past the much taller Deputy Head Girl, who followed and closed the door behind her quietly. “Get over in that corner.”. Will you be ok now?" I'll be fine, Jon, thanks for listening to this old woman rant." Myrna, I know this may be a little personal, but just how old are you? The woman I saw in the hospital looked to be in her thirties, but you have never said anything."She looked up at me and smiled sadly, then lightly brushed her hand over my cheek before replying;"Jon, I turn forty-eight next month. I haven't ever told anyone my age before now, so I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anyone. I.