My instincts scream in terror, their animalistic desire to keep me alive filling my mind with thoughts of flight. However, I cannot move. My eyes, my ...ody, they are bewitched by the woman in front of me.She picks me up the same way she did fourteen years ago, holding me by the waist as she gently cradles me to her breasts like a babe. My memories of long-ago snap into place, and I immediately feel at ease in her arms. The terror in my mind succumbs to her gentle caresses as she leans over me,. ”They both looked at me so I took their hands and walked them up to my bedroom. Mom stopped us at her bedroom door and explained that her bed was bigger than mine. I took them inside. I undressed myself first, and then Cindy followed by Mom. Mom was twenty when Cindy was born making her thirty-seven years old. She was still very pretty and she had a rather nice body for a woman her age. Her breasts were bigger than Cindy’s, her tummy was rounder, and her pussy was meatier.I got Mom up on the. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He bent down to kiss her on the cheek but this time she turned her face towards his and their lips met! At first Ami thought she was in trouble over what she had done. She started crying and sobbing, but she felt the gentle hand under her chin, lifting her face up and when she opened her eyes, she saw the loving look on her father's face. This time, he bent down and kissed her full on the lips. Their mouths opened and she found his tongue with hers and. I took that imagery a bit further, and came up with the following, which I like very much. *** I am sitting alone in the doorway of a small hut, looking out into the rain. It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thrashing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every.