*************************************************************************** A moan escaped the person in front of me. A pair of hands roughly gra...bed the back of my head and pulled it forward forcefully. A stifled whimper escaped their lips and the heels dug in deeper into my back. The hands began to push and pull my head forward and back and I could actually hear the squishing sounds as the wet pussy gripped the dildo and slipped and slid back and forth on it. The heels began to press. I think we all bear our scars, some seen and some invisible. You have yours, I have mine. Somehow, when we are together, mine don’t seem so deep or important. I think it’s the transformational power of how I feel, and that’s a fact too. I remember saying to you once, ‘What does one do about gravity, it’s just a fact.’ The only reasonable answer: one weaves facts like the how I love you into the fabric of a life, even though true love is, by definition completely unreasonable. So I will be your. I feel for you sometimes.she smiled and said: I am used to it now. Initially, it was difficult but now I don’t feel I am alone.me (holding her palms): mami u can call me anytime if u feel lonely. I like it when I am here.She: I dont drink, you may be bored when mama ji is not here, your drinking partner.me: drinking is not the only thing I enjoy mami. I like being around beautiful people. I touched her hair saying that.she understood my indications and said: I am your mami, mama ji’s wife. this. In the midst of my dementia, I decided on one ofher prom dresses. The pink one with the huge skirt. I quickly strippedand put the dress on and found out that it would not zip up. Close, butmy waist was too big. I took it off and looked in her dresser and foundpanties, decided what the hell, and put them on. Then, in anotherdrawer, a padded pantybrief! I guess it was from when she didn't haveany shape to speak of. I put it on, then some pantyhose, and finally, acorselet. I struggled with that.