Every day in your life is a special occasion." I still think those words changed my life."Now I read more and clean less." "I sit on the porch without...worrying about anything." "I spend more time with my family and less at work." "I understand that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through." My thoughts drifted back to those years long past.The years since my children's birth seemed to rush past. I worked hard at succeeding in my profession. There were long. It sure hasn’t gone the way I would ever have expected. But that’s not a bad thing as you will see.I had a pretty normal childhood and upbringing in our small Midwest town. Got laid a few times in high school because I was at least a half-ass athlete but went to college and got a software engineering degree that let me come back home and make a decent living. I now worked remotely from my older house in a vintage neighborhood where I could even walk to many necessary places.Perhaps I should. She got up and stepped around the coffee table between them and sat on the arm of the chair so that she was facing Mary. She took the wine glass from her and set it on the table, then turned back to her.She could see the desire in Mary's eyes as she lowered her face towards the older woman and kissed her gently, letting her tongue flick out to lick Mary's lips. Her right hand came up to cup one of Mary's tits, feeling its firmness beneath her blouse, realizing the older woman wasn't wearing a. Occasionally Cindy would lean across and kindly wipe mysaliva-covered chin with my frilly bibbie, tut-tutting in gentlereproval at my infantile ways. "Try not to dribble on my Barbies, baby,"she urged me, looking a little concerned by my uncontrollable drooling.I looked up at the sound of approaching voices. My skin crawled when Isaw Donna, the pudgy brunette eight-year-old walking up Melody'sdriveway, accompanied by two of her girlfriends. The girls were alreadygiggling at the sight of me, and.