Full of life and always ready with a joke and a smile, Erin had become almost like a second daughter to Abby."I don't see a problem with it," Abby sai.... "If it's okay with Erin's father."Erin's father, a prominent businessman and entrepeneur in Manhattan, was also single. His wife had died in a tragic car accident when Erin was very, very young. Abby had met him on a few occasions, and often wondered how and why he had stayed single so many years after his wife's death. He was well-off. I thought for sure I was going to get in trouble for sure, I pulled on my shorts and went to go back to the gym when he tould me that he wouldn't tell but it was going to cost me. I asked him what he wanted, to my supprise he wanted to suck my dick while I watched the ladys. My first time having anyone suck my dick more less a nother boy. But the idea sounded pretty good to me. So there we set me looking throw the door and him on the floor sucking on my dick. This went on for weeks when one day. But something was missing. I couldn't quite get into civilian life. Stopping with the guys after work for a beer was boring and tame. Even the few dates I went on seemed uninteresting. I didn't know what was the matter with me, but some one else did — my father. He and I really didn't get along and as far as I was concerned it was all his fault. He had come home from War Two, stayed with my mom and me for about two months and then he split. One day he left for work and never came home. Six. They came out giggling. Laden with long narrow boxes, the pair accompanied the chemist to the register. Abby paid cash surrendered from her favorite leather purse.We eat a lot of rice, and early on, Abby preferred rice from India ... a particular flavor of Indian Rice. It came packaged in a raw silk lined water buffalo leather bag ... a hand tooled, hand stitched and hand painted leather bag. Each bag was different.The bags came in one, two, five and ten kilo sizes. Leather bags. Growing up,.