This went on for some time and she would wear varying degrees of thinness with her tops Sometimes they were completely sheer and others, I would have ...o imagine (boy, did I).The shorts would be very short, and short skirts sometimes, and I could almost make out her love mound from the front when it would ride up while she leaned back or sat on a barstool. The sundresses were also quite sexy, hugging her body where the elastic surrounded her breasts and airy low on her hips and stopping about. Anyway, I was right about how incredible it felt to be completely unfettered by clothes on top of the crisp, clean, fresh cotton sheet.I just lay there for a bit, then I rolled over a few times so I could feel the sheet all over my body. Then I just let my hands start to roam over myself, touching very lightly, making myself tingle when I traced patterns around various areas with my fingertips. I let myself start moaning quietly as my hands explored. I ran them all over; behind my neck and. Only to be pulled out when a scent or sight, a sound or some other reminder dragged the dusty book back to the surface. It was long after Scarlet that I met her, and she, like Scarlet was a vision. I had never felt the draw as I had with Scarlet in the past, and honestly, red hair became a sort of deterrent, a unhappy reminder. This was not the case with Erryn. Here he found a match in many things, not the least of which was a willingness to be charmed by him, though he had past 20 years since. It actually helps put my melancholia into perspective for me. I have carried guilty feelings from my mother's passing, fearing that I may have contributed to her death in some way. Caused it somehow by my strange behavior in the year preceding her death." How did she die?" She drowned. No one knows how it could have happened. She was such a strong swimmer too. For years I've wondered if it was a suicide. When they recovered her body, there was no sign of anything wrong, or of any struggle she.