One photograph in particular caught my eye. It was a picture of my mother as a baby, taken in 1926. The black and white photograph did not show the ha...r color and the dark blonde of my mother looked almost black. Suddenly I was not looking at my mother but at Ronnie. The eyes and the smile were strikingly similar and my heart leaped in this moment. I knew how much infants change in the early weeks and months but from this moment on I was convinced that Lillian's assumptions were wrong: I was. ''That was probably me,' I sniffed and he smiled.He let me go and smiled at me as I scrambled for a tissue. I wasused to crying now, I seemed to go to water at the slightestthing and knew it had to be that relentless dosage of hormonesevery day.Jeremy took a small package from his pocket. 'Here, Liz, alittle something to remember me by.'My fingers shook as I opened it and saw beautiful and elegantpair of gold glasses. 'Oh, Jeremy,' I whispered and the tearsstarted again.'We got your. Oh how much I hate those, but I'll just have deal with them and keep reminding him that I'll always be his.All that thought about strange cream pies in hubbie's mouth got me off again and I was truly bushed. I looked at the clock – almost four AM. Wow time sure flies when one is having fun. I noticed that my baby had stopped licking my pussy. Damn if he wasn't half asleep. I don't blame him. I put a lot of mental and physical stress on him all day and most of the night.So I got off him.. I slid closer and leaned forward, causing my mammoth mammaries to spill onto the counter surface. He saw clearly what I was trying to do and continued to stare, his eyes glued to the huge dugs lying just inches from his hands."Do you like... big boobs?" I asked in a voice that almost sounded timid, as if the very suggestion was absurd. I looked at his face. He actually wasn't that bad-looking.He gulped nervously and nodded. I could tell what was going on in his mind. He was wondering what was.