And I bent over and kissed your right shoulder, my blonde hair falling by your ear. I could feel you trembling. I purred, ‘I love you, my beauty. My...beautiful little girl.’ You turned and threw your arms around my shoulders – standing on tip-toes while your tongue slipped into my mouth. I returned your long kiss – minutes long, tender, deep – then probing, becoming urgent – I could feel your excitement rising. We broke the kiss – you stood before me. ‘You are always beautiful, little girl, but. " I looked at him with love oozing out of everypore of my being, whispered, "Please, make love to me."He gently started sliding in and out of my body, my legs each side of hiswonderful body. With each gentle thrust I panted, then shuddered, I hadorgasmed again, everything seemed to be working I was ecstatic!I was a woman.How was out lovemaking? Gentle, loving considerate and then I felt him spurthis seed into my body, I orgasmed myself shortly, very shortly after, we werein unison, I never. The goalie blocked it but couldn't control the rebound and Brody jumped on it. He flipped a shot towards the net and there was chaos as everyone crowded the goal crease. He dug for the puck, desperate to get it in the net. The ref's whistle shrilled and Brody rounded on the Devil behind him; in short order he was joined by his teammates. There was a lot of pushing and shoving but no fights as the linesmen got everyone separated. He went back to the bench and grabbed a proffered drink, gulped it. A kiss that hangs up in the space-time tapestry of my life – of our lives. Maybe even the center piece of the whole story. It’s hard for me to see the whole picture most of the time. I signed the piece of paper. Then I went to go see my daughter. # Abby stood with me outside the glass, holding my hand. She’s been there from the very first second. Sharing my hopes and fears. Sharing it all. Elizabeth Abigayle Wallington was born at 12:42am on September 22nd 2000. One year to the date from.