Your touch; flitting, dancing, exquisite torture. How do you know? How do you the most famous, the ugliest, middle-aged spinster in the Empire know ho... to handle a cock better than Cora Pearl or Catherine Walters?" "This hand, George, is a milkmaid's hand, a butter and cheese maker's hand. Swollen with hours of teasing milk from a bloated teat just as it is now milking your own tumescent member. Nature has nurtured this pistoning fist, trained it to stroke and squeeze and manipulate your heated. I didn’t mind helping my neighbours, especially those who helped my family when things were rough. Dad passed away suddenly when he was changing a light bulb in the bathroom. He just keeled over and died. The doctors said it was a heart attack. I didn’t think anyone one in the family got over the tragedy. Especially mom.She spent all that energy raising me and my younger bro, who was a dickhead. Mom had to be both parental figures for us, and that left very little time for herself. Couldn’t say. She partied harder and harder and got really drunk she had 5 bottles of whiskey. I stayed away from drinks but continued to have fun watching her party. She had an erotic wild dance with me she was unbelievable because she was a great erotic dancer after which I oozed out and my jeans got wet.She noticed my jeans getting wetter and wetter as she rubbed her body over me and she said “Do you swim?” and she held my dick and dragged me from public pool into the private caved pool with fake rains. " Any particular reason?" Dunno, just always felt a sort of connection, but haven't had much of a chance to explore it." Earth?" The connection, I guess, if that make sense?" I think so. Andy and I have that sort of connection to Arbor. So do your mom and dad, but they're too immersed in it to see it that way, I think. Andy and I both have very large parts of ourselves invested in Earth and our friends there too though, so we feel both those connections pulling on us." Then you do understand.".